My Creative Journey
- Jim Martin
- Jan 14, 2022
- 4 min read
Updated: Mar 24, 2022
I’ve always been a doodler. In grammar school, I had a hard time paying attention; I’d draw in class, after school, filling up notebooks with cartoon-like people, airplanes, and animals. Later, in secondary school, I gravitated towards art classes. I learned to paint, using watercolor and collage techniques extensively. I also learned to play guitar and wrote poetry and short stories. These pursuits were an inner world, a universe of possibilities for me. Creativity has always been an alternative world; thinking about making art produces fascination; intrigue. What can I make today?
I initially thought of majoring in art in college but decided against it, pursing what I believed was a practical major instead. This decision reflects another voice in my life – the scorning voice of negative self- talk. This voice tells me that art and creativity are irresponsible, frivolous, and a waste of time. I’ve learned to be aware of that voice and to see if for what it is: fear.
As a result of that professional decision (which was a positive one in many ways), I largely stepped away from creative work for the next few decades. Instead, I focused on career and family. My job at that time had limited outlets for creativity and I would embrace those when I could. I also drew with my kids when they were younger too. However, I didn’t really sit down to create something for myself for many years. My life was very day to day; what I’d call “tactical” at that time; take the kids to school; go to work; do laundry; clean the house; collapse with exhaustion after the kids’ soccer practice – that was the sort of life I lived. I did not make a lot of conscious decisions about what I wanted to do; I was far more reactive at that time.
The people around me at that time (at work or family friends) were much the same; there were no real interactions about creativity. I lost the spark to create. I didn’t see it in my day-to-day life very often. In retrospect, this was a rough time for me. I do remember a few attempts – I wrote a few short stories for instance. However, I kept these private; I had a weird feeling that if I shared them, any chance of finishing them would disappear or that others would ridicule what I was doing as a waste of time. Notably, I have no idea whether that would have been true or not – I was listening to my negative self-talk.
Over the last ten years, I’ve confronted several major life events: family illnesses and death, divorce, a major career change, and other significant and emotional events, including the pandemic and political upheaval in the United States. These tumultuous events have taught me some great lessons:
What other people think isn’t very important in most cases
Pursuing creative things is not a waste of time; in fact, it frees my mind for a bit, allowing new and hopeful approaches to other life problems to rise to consciousness
When going through something difficult, I must make it a priority to see what I can be grateful for within it. It’s important to note his is not in a smarmy way – rather in the way one uses the right tool to fix something
It’s worth it to take chances

I started this new journey by just sitting down and drawing. It was a huge relief – like meditation – to sit down a draw for 20 or 30 minutes, forgetting the world and its very real troubles for a moment. From that starting point, it was a big deal to me to share something I’d drawn with a friend I trusted. Since that time, I’ve walked steadily into the light, taking small yet consistent steps towards a more creative life. Each step has been weighed, considered, and I’ve only taken it when I feel comfortable with that step.

As a result, I participated in a solo art show; joined art groups, posted artwork on Instagram, and participated in group art shows. I’ve also taken on thought-provoking projects: commissions; art design for book covers, and other sorts of challenges. I’m an abstract artist almost exclusively. Sometimes, I get in a rut with what I’m doing. One way to break out of that rut – live figure drawing classes! Drawing people in a realistic fashion is NOT a strength of mine but taking a class like that from time to time has forced me to develop different skills. I also took a six-week pottery class. The products from the classes was not the point – in the pottery class, my coffee cups ended up as small teacups, my plate a tiny dish! The point was to try something different, to interact with other creatives, and to learn by taking chances.
It’s been a fun and sometime exhilarating journey, but more importantly, it has been a healing one. Today, I see creative pursuits as a form of meditation – but also one of reflection. In many cases, a piece of art I make may be an unconscious reflection of heartbreak, of loss, or of an exalted experience. I don’t often know which until much later – or something through the interpretations of others who see my work.

One of the best resources I’ve found in this journey are people in my own community and across the world (like Rei) that let me know that what I do and what I create is important and worth doing. They also tell me that I can try anything and that there are no rules in art. As a result of these experiences and the people I’ve met, I’m a much happier person today than I was 10 or 15 years ago, and I know that I’ve got further roads to wander.
Jim Martin
A social scientist and artist.




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