Some First Creative Moments by Ezra Katz

I don’t remember my first creative moment, that is to say, I’m sure I was creative long before my memories of being creative began. In a way, I’ve used creativity (or imagination if you will) as an escape or a way to process my feelings throughout my life and in very different ways. I’ve used many mediums from visual arts to graphic design to writing. The first moment of creativity I can remember strongly, was in art class in kindergarten. We were assigned a project to draw a cat using pastels. I loved the pastels, the way the colors could blend and the feeling of the soft chalk in my hand. I mostly remember that experience because my mom always had the picture hung in her office, right next to a version that my brother did when he went through art class. She loved the juxtaposition; my cat was regal, clean, organized when compared with my brother’s wild and fierce depiction. It seemed to her that both pictures represented her very different sons.
I got into writing later, once writing became a task that I was capable of doing. It was probably around fourth or fifth grade when poetry entered my repertoire. It was easy for me to use poetry as a medium for self-reflection and emotion processing. I remember coming home after a bad day and sitting in front of the computer to write. Yes, I am a millennial, so my writing always happened in front of a screen. I’ve gone back and read some of those poems. It’s almost as if each one is a time capsule and reading them is like opening my past. Often allowing me, for good and bad, to relive those moments. Feel that pain.
I’ve kept up writing poetry ever since. And it often serves the same purpose, to help me process my feelings.
I’ve tried other bits of writing as well. I blogged for a few years, mostly writing opinion pieces, but I also tried satire and some other types of writing. I tried in late high school and then early college to write a novel. I was filled with ideas and a well-developed storyline. I ended up writing 80 pages (Word, single spaced, 12 pt. font). I’ve tried to pick it up again, but I’m not in that world any more. For me, the book was an escape. The characters were my friends as I wanted them to be and the protagonist was me, as I had imagined I wanted to be. This, of course, is not unique to the world of fictional writing. But, when you outgrow that dream, you outgrow that understanding of yourself, it makes it hard to imagine the characters and create that world as it was. Maybe someday, I’ll be back in a space where I need to escape and envision myself in another world.
Today, most of my creativity goes into my work. I’m not actually in a creative role, nor have I ever been, but I use my creativity to solve the problems that come up in my work. Whether that’s coming up with a story to help convince a customer to buy the product that I’m selling or coming up with solutions to complex problems that inhibit our ability to meet our customers’ needs. I’ve often wondered what my life would have been like if I were in a creative profession, that is an artist or writer. But I think, I’m happy that I get to keep the creativity to myself. It’s there for me, when I need it.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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