Writer turned artist, I discovered late in life why my words weren't enough; there is no color on a black and white page. Additionally, I am an abstract expressionist and there are only a few words that express that, but paint, collage, pencil, and ink are infinite!

Below is my attempt at describing what I do. It's a rambling discourse, but I tried to put my art in perspective...

Mid-Western artist, Daniel Rustad, (b.1962) makes paintings, drawings and mixed media artworks. By applying abstraction, Rustad investigates the dynamics of automatistic artworks, including the manipulation of its medium's effects and its limits based on our assumptions of what randomness means to us. Rather than presenting a factual reality, he uses illusion that is fabricated to conjure the realms of our imagination.

His paintings establish a link between reality and that imagined by its conceiver. These works focus on concrete questions that determine our existence. By exploring these concepts in an expressive way, he creates intense personal moments masterfully created by means of blended colors, textures, and, unique gestures that ultimately lure the viewer into his varied pieces. 

His works are an investigation into representations of (seemingly) concrete situations as well as depictions and ideas that can only be realized in painting. With Plato’s allegory of the cave in mind, he makes work that deals with the documentation of events and the question of how they can be presented. His work expresses this with the help of the physical movement of his artworks rather than telling a story or creating a metaphor.

Needless to say, his work doesn’t always reference recognizable form. Therefore the results are deconstructed to the extent that meaning is shifted and possible interpretation becomes multifaceted.

That's a mouthfull. The poem below is a little less bumptious...
  1. Daniel Rustad

I Doodled

I doodled.
Then one day I painted.
I paint because I'm a doodler.
I hid my art from people for decades.
Doodling is such a silly word, and I never really wanted to be considered silly.
I wanted to be respected.
I wanted to be taken seriously.
Writers are respected.
So, I wrote.
But I continued to doodle.
And I liked it better.  
Eventually, I realized I had to see what other people thought.
So, I showed people my doodles.
And I showed and showed.
It became the weird thing that I did...
"Dan draws these amazing things he merely calls doodles"
Then one day I thought, "What if I added color to my doodles?" 
So, I started painting and I was hooked!
The result was random abstractions with depth and color and texture. 
My present work has become a labor of love with the refraction of light as its offspring.
My paintings are my doodles with a new dimension... Color.  
In my art I hope the viewer stops and catches the love and depth. 
And by the way, respect is over-rated.
Do what you love.
I doodled.