Dad fueled my creativity.
My dad introduced me to radio controlled cars when I was old enough to start pushing Hot Wheels down the driveway. Mom would always find me in the basement “shop”, fixing electronic components and damaged structural elements in hopes to repair my repeated demolitions.
With dad’s help, I would build the drivetrain, suspension system, electrical components, and paint the fiberglass body down to the detail of every race decal. Special tires for more grip, batteries for longer runs, and gas engines were soon part of my builds. By middle school I was assembling monster trucks and cars that sped down dirt jumps at over 40 mph.
My dad was a creative himself. He worked at Sullivan, Higdon and Sink (now Signal Theory) in Wichita, KS for many years, then Love Box Packaging Group towards the later parts of his career. He had passion. Always creating, building, and solving problems on various 1957 Chevy Bel Air’s. He built photo albums from old car tags, mighty forts in the back yard, and bird houses from bowling pins. He always fueled my energy for cars as he sketched out monster trucks and hotrods during Sunday church. We started a passion for building together.
See, creativity begins with passion. Passion to solve problems and create solutions. It was my passion for working on radio controlled cars that taught me to see and fix problems; problems with electricity, steering linkages, gear ratios, fuel mixtures, and carburetors in order to keep them running.
I now continue to walk in my dad’s footsteps in the creative industry. I help companies and organizations solve branding problems or overhaul their brand look. I fine tune brand messaging, build powerful logos and provide the framework to keep companies and organizations relevant with their audiences.
As a child I never planned on being a creative. I was just passionate about cars and trucks. I watched my dad solve problems and followed his lead. And though I don’t run my radio controlled cars anymore, I still use those same skills dad taught me today. He fueled my creativity. Yet, as I write this I find myself wondering about those cars sitting in the “shop” in my parents basement. “I wonder if they still run?”