We are pleased to announce S.D. Nelson's generous gift to the South Dakota Art Museum of the entire body of works in this exhibition. Learn more about S.D. Nelson
S.D. Nelson: Sharing My Vision presents a selection of original artworks by this award-winning author and illustrator. Nelson’s fluid style and traditional Native American imagery combines movement, color, and form into a visual celebration of life.
After graduating in 1968 from North High School in Fargo, ND, Nelson went on to earn a B.S. in Art from Minnesota State University at Moorhead. He taught art for a year in the Wahpeton public schools in North Dakota before going on to teach for twenty-seven years in Flagstaff, AZ. He is a 2012 inductee of the North High School Hall of Fame.
Nelson’s artworks appear in books, greeting cards, and CD covers, and are held in both private and public collections. He has served as the author and illustrator for 11 children’s books. His books have received the American Indian Library Association Honor Book Award in 2016; the Spur Award from Western Writers of America in 2004, 2006 (Finalist Awards 2005, 2011, 2016); the Notable Book Award from the American Library Association 2001, 2011; and the Bluebonnet Master List Award from the Texas Library Association in 2011. He has lectured at the National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, DC, and was the keynote speaker for Read North Dakota in 2010 (North Dakota Humanities Council).
A member of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe in North and South Dakota, Nelson’s paintings offer a fresh contemporary interpretation of traditional Lakota images. He creates ledger drawings in ink and colored pencil and paintings with acrylics, which he brushes, sponges, splatters and sprays. In addition to this work he has painted extensively on animal skins and bone and has crafted traditional rawhide drums and leather beadwork.
Walking on Earth... Fire Chant II
Black Elk's Vision 2
Crazy Horse's Vision
Wičháȟpi HinápȟA (Lakota- Emergence)
“On the prairies of Dakota there is only earth and sky. All is grass and clouds, forever. It is a land of brutal beauty, where terrible battles were fought hand to hand, and where at twilight the song of Sister Meadowlark will make your heart cry. As a boy, my mother, who was a quarter-blood Sioux Indian, told me traditional stories about Coyote, the Trickster, and Iktomi, the Spider. I learned that the stars were the spirits of my ancestors, that my great-great grandfather, Flying Cloud, still rode his snorting horse along the White Road of the Milky Way. If I looked carefully, Mom said, I would see the Great Bear and the Star That Did Not Turn—the North Star. She told me the Life Force, or the Great Mystery, is named Wakan Tanka, that all of creation, the four-legged beings, the tall standing trees, even the wind has a spirit and is alive.
I remember one particular summer night… cricket song filled my ears. Then, shimmering overhead, the Northern Lights came dancing, pale green at first, then in ethereal robes of red and gold; spiraling ever upward; colors vanishing, only to reappear. Although I was staring directly into the heavens, from the corner of my eye, I saw something. The sacred something that Lakota People believe is behind all things. I was only a boy, but I was seeing in a Wakan manner, in a sacred way.
My mother taught me at an early age to see the world with both the curious eyes of a child and the wistful eyes of an old man. I learned that morning is the most beautiful time. For at dawn the world is born anew. It is the time when the little flying creatures make their song. The little green growing things are covered in precious dewdrops. At dawn, all is golden. All is beautiful.
I have not forgotten those long ago teachings… ‘Walk with your vision in your heart.’ The boy with the eyes of an artist was given a gift – to see things in a Wakan manner. In turn, I became a painter and a teller of stories.”