A Wanderlust Growing In Your Bones

 I love, love the work of New England-based artist Daniel Danger.  November, with it's early nightfalls, smoky air and the winding down of the year, seems like the perfect season for his work.

It's always dark in his world. Even the pieces set in the daylight seem dark: dark forests, deep shadows, or night approaching soon. 

Something is lurking out there in his world, something menacing approaches. (This piece reminds me of the film Super 8, which I saw this summer. Think Stand By Me, with aliens.)

 

 And this one reminds me of one of my favorite Neko Case songs, Ghost Wiring: "Your ghost is a light show at night/On the Grand Coulee dam/The river is watching you/At the drive-in tonight...."

I very much want to own a poster or print of his work, but they sell out quickly when they go up for sale at his web site, Tiny Media Empire, or like recently, for his current show at the Rotofugi gallery. (There was a Pre-Sale that I could've jumped on, but I was out of the house when it started, and two hours later, everything under $200 was gone.)   Some pieces are listed on Ebay for not a lot, really, but baby needs new shoes and winter jackets. You know how that goes. 

Look at the sky in his works, see the stars, the moon, the street lights and tangled power lines.  They remind me that there is a night, that there is deep darkness, which sounds like a ridiculous thing to say, but married with two children, we are tucked in early here in our house, snuggled in suburbia.  Easy to forget what it's like, to be out after midnight, in the empty lots and deserted neighborhoods. But:

Yes, yes there is. November is wanderlust season. Only, where to go, and how to get there?