I would have gone crazy without art as a kid. I honestly don’t know how today’s kids manage life in a much busier world with far fewer creative outlets. Drawing was my drug of choice and I was addicted.

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When some one or some thing got too tough to process, I drew to laugh again. Or cry. It’s the one thing I always had control over. I could doodle anyone doing anything, anytime I wanted and nobody could stop me. Even if they took away my pencil & paper, my imagination would run more wildly until my tools returned and I’d hit the page with a healthy vengeance.

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Every day: scissors, Crayolas and googly eyes were in school. Too easy. My personal art was where I felt most alive, although I never processed the why. I got A’s mostly, never considering the core subjects of math, science or English difficult because I pushed through them quickly so I could go back to my niche: drawing. Years passed like this.

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Then I had kids.

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Seeing them stressed about their daily piles of math, science and English homework, one night I suggested drawing a picture beforehand. Confused, they obliged, intentionally scribbling and chatting, then with me and before long I realized we had unknowingly entered into an informal art therapy session.

 

Homework is not a bad thing, I just wondered where all the ART homework was. Where was their creative time amid this crunch time? I eventually learned only one of the two gets art class – only one day per week. And, across two states and four school districts, the Standardized Testing Monster had forced some 80% of schools nationwide to trim budgets in some fashion. Annually.

 

Art teachers and art classes are chopped first in an effort to focus on and improve core grades to get future funding. They ignore the fact that creative arts focuses and sculpts students’ minds, thoughts on culture and relationships and helps vent mental meltdowns, ultimately producing more well-rounded students with better grades – the system’s goal... I read.

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What the?!!

 

Between sports, clubs, bullies, homework, parents, friends, teachers and core curricula, ART is what kept my boat stable in the choppy waters of childhood. To this day doodling still helps me concentrate during work in those unending meetings. Or just relax a minute.

 

So I challenged my kids to draw daily as a way to think and process their day like I had so many times 30 years prior.

 

Then one night they challenged ME during one of our drawing parties, as if suddenly I were performing on stage before the most important audience of my life. They asked, “Hey Daddy… what if you drew the hippo and the peacock together as one?”

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Drawing as we knew it just evolved.

Now we're sharing Createüres as a fun, constructive creative outlet that will cultivate imaginations at a time when so many opportunities seem to be vanishing from our own schools, jobs and homes.

We hope educators, influencers & artists alike will agree and champion this inexpensive solution before the next generation of designers, architects and artisans lose sight.              

p.e. robinson
a creator of creatures