How do our homes shape the way we live in the outside world?

No matter where I was in the world or what I did during the day in the city I live in, I always feel a deep sense of gratitude and comfort whenever I walk through my door.
It is a blessing to have a home that makes you feel like a refuge. At different times in my life, all my homes offered me different things. It was a welcoming space for meals, game nights, and long conversations, and it was a space for deepening community and bonding. It was also a space where I gathered myself or others with me, to mourn or mourn, and I patiently waited for recovery to wrap around me like a garment.
My home has always been where my creative life also struggles and thrives. The way we live at home and practice our rituals has a significant impact on the way we live in the outside world, which influences our thinking and behavior.
I love the work of Polina Barskaya, a contemporary Brooklyn-based artist. Barskaya was born in 1984 in Ukraine. Her paintings are small and include portraits of herself and her family. Her works are like a visual memoir of her life, many of which depict home spaces. In her 2019 painting “Bloomville,” the artist sits on her sloppy bed, hands raised while tying her hair. The light gray colors in the bedroom give a nice and calm feeling. In the painting, we can see trees and green pastures through the windows at the back, and the light flowing through the window covered by a transparent curtain to the right of the painting. It’s a stolen face like one of the early mornings we spend alone.
Bedrooms have only started to become separate rooms in the house since the 17th century.
But nowadays, bedrooms are considered the most private part of our homes. A lot of energy goes through the bedroom, and this is where many of us go when we are struggling with a physical or emotional illness. The place where we cry and mourn, where we lie awake in either anxiety or fear, where we dream, and where our children feed or nurture. It is a place that can remind us that we are alone.
In Barskaya’s painting, the way the woman sits on the edge of the bed reminds me that the bedroom is also a place where every new day begins, a place from which we can check ourselves again, gather our thoughts – whatever can influence how we treat each other.What the day brings to us, and how we face the outside world.
I appreciate the space the bedroom gives me. It’s a refuge in my house. I do not have a TV in, and the walls are white and bare except for an old mirror and a painting above the bed. Few things outlined are a relief to my busy mind. No matter what happens in my life, I try to practice the morning rituals before I leave my bed, the rituals that help me plan for the day, and from which I draw my strength and hope.
I also put small pieces on my bedside table like a small inch-sized cup that reminds me to make room for the unexpected ways life can fill my glass. It may sound simple, but those pieces by my bed are a symbolic reminder of how I want to be in this world.
African-American artist Horace Pepin survived World War I, saying that his war experience “made all the arts manifest in me.” After losing the use of his right hand due to a gunshot wound, he taught himself to draw with his left hand.
In Pepin’s 1943 painting “The Sing Briars,” a mother sits in a kitchen next to a large black stove. Her two children, dressed in pajamas, kneel on her lap and she places both hands on the children’s heads. On the floor there is a simple woven rug and there are some cooking utensils hanging on the wall. The lifestyle of this family is modest. But the scene presented by Pepin indicates their wealth in care and love. The mother’s body was bent over them to protect them, as if she were gathering them back into her body. The photography in the painting is great.
Our rituals at home can shape us or change us about the way we live in the world. The truth behind Pepin’s depiction of this scene in the kitchen emphasizes the role it plays as the heart of the home, a place of nourishment and support, often used to shape and build relationships. When you ask someone to join you in the kitchen, it is an invitation to be in another intimate space, where formalities fall and work often mixes with love and creativity, and where hearts are opened to each other privately. Kitchen tables are often a place for sensitive conversations, where we reveal our true insides, with all our pride and chaos.
One of my favorite artists is 19th century artist Felix Vallotton. He is best known for his wood carvings and paintings in home interior designs, which reflect the nature of human relationships through the employment of people in physical spaces. His “Interior Scene of a Woman in Red from Behind,” painted in 1903, gives us a glimpse of how other people live in their rooms. We, as spectators, enter the painting through the first set of light blue doors that the painting opens for us. Through this entrance we can see the following three rooms in the house: through it we can see a part of a sofa, a chair, a bed and clothes that have been sprinkled on each of them. While the woman turns her back on us.
Here we enter a scene unprepared to receive guests, to see this woman sneaking into her house. If we remain unnoticed for a while, we will see in the painting how a woman lives when no one else sees her. We are the uninvited intruders and privacy violators. It is not easy to get into someone else’s home, where love is made and destroyed, dreams are woven, and most of us struggle with parts of ourselves that we do not consider acceptable to the outside world, no matter if they are true. is or not.
When we let someone into our home, it’s like expanding the bonds of trust and conjuring up another level of recognition. The rooms in our homes, the way we decorate them and the way we treat them, tell us a lot about who we are, who we think we are or who we want to be. It also tells us how we want to treat others.
A few weeks ago I was invited to someone’s house for the first time. After he showed me the living room, I was invited to the kitchen to have drinks. We immediately started talking with ease that was familiar. After bringing the drinks, we decided to stay at the same place. I then knew that he invited me to his house was a real gesture of his desire to get to know me better. I also knew that our stay in the kitchen ushered in the beginning of a possible new friendship.

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