The work of illustrator and printmaker Daniel Danger is based in mood and tone. The gestures in his designs are minimal and vast. His world is the suburban landscape, over-built and abandoned.
There’s a haunted quality to the images Danger creates. A lonely fear built deep into the history of his landscapes. You imagine the Stephen King-esque horror in the cities and towns he paints. There’s a story there, but it hasn’t happened. Yet.
Danger’s compositions are full of an invisible populace, one that is as part of the mystery as the empty streets. His approach to landscape work is cinematic and deft — when a figure enters, they carry with them a quiet haunting. Rather than have a timid or innocent figure faced with the ominous terror of his landscapes, Danger gives us figures that heighten that feeling.
‘hummed as prayers in secret.’ by Daniel Danger
‘but isnt that the choice. were come a long way to owe ourselves to wolves.’ by Daniel Danger
‘i dont even like to be seen in the parking lot between the movies and the drink and the glass, whatever the hell that means.’ by Daniel Danger
‘i dont remember, did we take this flight together? did you see the wings fold together?’ by Daniel Danger
‘we wait out the storm’ by Daniel Danger
‘hear’ by Daniel Danger
‘id sink to your city streets if i wasnt buried in your hands.’ by Daniel Danger
Man I love these. This is what my dreams look like. Especially the airplane one. LOVE.
His work totally has a dream-like touch to them, but also so real.