Raised in a military family, Dale Clarence Peterson spent most of his childhood out of the United States. He attended British schools in Bermuda and later in Liverpool, England and a High School of just 35 students in Keflavik, Iceland. His childhood experiences encompassed much that would seem wildly exotic to the average American child.
He attended college in Utah and graduate school in the hippie culture of 1970’s California. He was a war-time soldier. He became an artist, a husband and father and finally a teacher. He has been recognized with two National Teaching Awards. His art work has been exhibited and sold across the country for over 25 years. Including in the Smithsonian Gallery.
Mr. Peterson has written many Educational Grants and presented many professional papers at Teachers’ Conferences and workshops. He has served as member of the National Association of Independent Schools Accreditation Committee for technology. While he began teaching Art, Dale was one of the first educators in the U.S. to embrace technology in the classroom and served as a consultant in this area for two decades.
What he truly loves, by choice, is the joys of life as a husband/father/teacher. Raising six children, and teaching hundreds of others in the classroom, beginning in the back woods of New Hampshire to the sophisticated whirl-wind of Washington D.C.. With everything he writes, he speaks from hard won experience.
Retiring from teaching in 2012, Dale now spends his time writing and pursuing his other passions of sea kayaking and motorcycle riding. “The Dollar-Table Hammer” is his first published book, but far from his last. He is currently at work on no less than three others. You can expect a lot more witty observations on the wonders of big family life and the nature of the artistic mind, sometimes gone amok.
on June 27, 2015 :
A brilliant book! Witty, informative, original... I've always had these doubts about sense of drawing - there are, after all, cameras, aren't they? (Which is also a statement I've found in this book. Birds of a feather!) And it's so slooow... And there is a problem with convinced those necessary naked women to sit still for the necessary length of time. (What else should a man want to draw? Battles? Dreadnoughts? Smiling horses' faces? Where to find them? And of course, these are great topics, but women should be the 80 percent of the Artist's diet, methinks.) Now I almost feel the urge to start drawing again. (But it's deep in the night here, and when I wake up it may be gone. Still, a very interesting book.)
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