With all the confusion of my family's separation I was in need of an outlet and or a safe place. As a result, I desired nothing but time alone once we entered our new home. Just as it was shown in the poem The Daffodils by William Wordsworth the author so too was isolated. I was a lost nine year old attending a big new school. Ultimately, my entire world was crushed, until the moment I entered the art room at my new school. When I walked in the smell of used oil pastels and freshly sharpened pencils was safe to me. The scents comforted me right away. The facilitator was free as a bird in her surroundings. I felt a place of belonging during a time of absolute confusion, everything made sense. I saw community within the art room, and desired to be a part of it. From that point on, art changed my lens through the way I looked at my life and at the
With all the confusion of my family's separation I was in need of an outlet and or a safe place. As a result, I desired nothing but time alone once we entered our new home. Just as it was shown in the poem The Daffodils by William Wordsworth the author so too was isolated. I was a lost nine year old attending a big new school. Ultimately, my entire world was crushed, until the moment I entered the art room at my new school. When I walked in the smell of used oil pastels and freshly sharpened pencils was safe to me. The scents comforted me right away. The facilitator was free as a bird in her surroundings. I felt a place of belonging during a time of absolute confusion, everything made sense. I saw community within the art room, and desired to be a part of it. From that point on, art changed my lens through the way I looked at my life and at the