A leader in creativity and mental wellness, AWBW supports hundreds of direct service organizations across the country to incorporate creative expression into their work with trauma survivors. AWBW’s training in facilitating art as a tool for transformation and healing, along with our library of curriculum and ongoing support, strengthens our program partners’ ability to better assist the individuals and communities they serve.
AWBW builds capacity at partnering organizations through training their staff to facilitate our trauma-informed art workshops, as well as continuing to support them as they implement the Windows Program with those who have experienced various forms of trauma. Through this unique model, we have developed a nationwide network of 1,200+ active Windows Facilitators, allowing us to reach tens of thousands of survivors each year.
From the beginning, a circle of connected innovation — comprised of each facilitator, supporter, staff, board member, and survivor — has created AWBW. As we celebrate 30 years of transforming trauma, we invite you to join us in both honoring the talents that have brought our work this far and carrying that work into a sustainable future.
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I painted this because it’s the way I am feeling.
Down and hurt because I have a headache.
Brown is Beautiful
By Jessica, age 12;
I did this because it is the color of my skin. Also to let the people who think we Mexicans, or Latinos, are disgusting aliens know we’re not. We are beautiful, caring people and we do have feelings.
Love
By Jessica, age 12;
This shows the love for my family. And my type. Latino and Mexican.
Heart Stories
By Jamie, age all;
My favorite person in the world.
Heart Stories
By Hazel, age 3;
A rainbow to sing to me. This is purple. I like to eat waffles. I was drowning in a swimming pool.
Heart Stories
By Angela, age 9;
My hero is close to me. My love and my hero is my honest, sweet, intelligent mother. I LOVE HER WITH ALL MY HEART.
Sunshine
By Eric, age 16;
The rays don’t give you your color. It’s who you are that makes you special, and the more “sunshine” you get, the more you grow.
Heart Stories
By Anonymous;
Before I came to the shelter my life was horrible. I couldn’t talk or play with my friends. I couldn’t talk to boys because I would be abused. I was always abused no matter what I did wrong or right. My life changed when I came to the shelter. I met people so nice I felt like I was dreaming. Because all the people I knew were my family, which were abused too. Thanks to all the people at the shelter. I learned to love and respect all the people around me. Thank you Good Shepherd and all the volunteers!
My Life
By Anonymous;
My heart feels glad because I am thankful. There is no wrong way to do art.
Heart Stories
By Susana, age 10;
My heart right now is feeling happy. Inside is the happiness. The part on the side is how I feel when I’m sad. Sometimes I cry. Then my mom hugs me and I feel better.
Heart Stories
By Alex, age 4;
I don’t know how my heart is feeling. I chose colors from the rainbow.
Heart Stories
By Ashley, age 5;
It’s lonely even though it has a family. It just got lost.
Heart Stories
By Eryk, age 12;
My heart is burning. I drew it because I remember my dad hitting my mom in the morning.
Heart Stories
By Eryk, age 12;
Half of my heart is sad because my dad hurt my mom a lot, the other half is happy because he is getting help.
Heart Stories
By Eryk, age 12;
The left side of my heart is relaxed because I am going to another safe place, the right side is sad because I am leaving this secret house.
Heart Stories
By Kim, age 10;
My heart is talking to me…it is saying I feel happy and sad.
Heart Stories
By Kim, age 10;
My heart is nervous because I miss my dad, but it is also relaxed because I feel safe.
Heart Stories
By Kim, age 10;
Tomorrow we’re leaving, so my heart is sad and crying… It is drying its eyes with a towel.
Heart Stories
By Rogelio, age 8;
Half of my heart is scared, the other half is relaxed.
Heart Stories
By Angela, age 7;
I am happy because I am with my mom and brother. Maybe someday I can visit my dad when he is not mad.
Heart Stories
By Israel, age 5;
One heart means I’m nervous and the other one means I’m happy.
Heart Stories
By Jose, age 5;
My heart feels lonely.
Heart Stories
By Vanessa, age 17;
What makes me happy / What makes me angry
Heart Stories
By Alonso, age 15;
Love, Anger, Sad, Scared
Heart Stories
By Hayde, age 11;
Smiles make my heart happy.
Heart Stories
By Johnny, age 7;
It’s raining in my sad heart.
Love in Circles
By Jessica, age 11;
You can get into the same fights over and over again. It keeps going in circles until you stop it.