I failed the very first assignment

of my academic career . . .












On DAY ONE of kindergarten

I colored the balloons

instead of counting them.


The artistic itch was already that strong.


Undaunted by such inauspicious beginnings,

I went on to win a string of prestigious awards:


2nd Place, National Safety Poster Contest!

3rd Place, Local Pumpkin Carving Contest!

1st Place, Small Town Window Painting Competition

(against a bunch of kids roughly half my age, as it turned out.)


Naturally, such accolades kept the itch going,

so I went on to earn a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree

from a small college in the Midwest.

My real education, however, took place

during the 20 or 30 years

when I sat at my desk 50 or 60 hours a week

drawing whatever the telephone (ad agencies, mostly)

told me to draw.


Most Americans would have stumbled upon my work

at sometime during the 80's or 90's--

in restaurants and sporting goods stores,

at summer camps and public libraries,

from IBM to hospitals and book covers to billboards.

"I'm really famous," I used to tell my kids,

"just nobody knows it."


Three forces conspired to make me

the artist that I am today:


1) The joy of creating,

      2) Clients with deadlines,

        3) The threat of starvation.


I now spend most of my time as a “Fine Artist”

— which essentially means you don’t get paid for your work.

(Until it sells.)

I painted cityscapes for years, then I did mostly wedding paintings. Now I do a little of everything, with the addition of music and writing. 

I nearly always paint with an audience, live or online— at

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnI1OryOr_4oTSoTp05N4Vw

Everything else you can figure out by looking at my website.


Thanks for visiting!








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DanielNelsonArt@gmail.com

As of last count, there are approximately 2,018 works of art represented on this website. 

W H Y   S O   M A N Y ?

1) Because I’ve been doing this a long time. I want my Mom to know I’ve been busy.

2) So if I get hit by a truck tomorrow, nobody can say “Too bad he didn’t do any artwork.”