Danny Ferrell‘s paintings are structured and informed by ever-present dichotomies: public/private, nature/culture, taste/kitsch, transparency/opacity. He is a painter whose work represents fantasies and fears about the other through depictions of the everyday queer male experience. Loosely based on his own relationships, experiences, and imagination, Ferrell’s work functions like a daydream, where memory, longing, and external influences shape a personal fiction.
The playfulness and low-brow style of Oakland-based Jeffrey Cheung’s contorted and often nude male figures has quickly gained traction within the Bay Area. Cheung’s humor translates well across his many paintings, prints, collages, drawings and even murals. His latest series is focused on the physical interaction between males on large scale paintings.
Cheung graduated form the University of California Santa Cruz, and has since shown in a variety of shows throughout the Bay Area as well as City Bird Gallery in Paris, France.
The Guardian has a nice survey on their site today; asking whether you can tell if you are reading a passage from a male or female author.
For example, who wrote it…
“At once, though it was night and the way was lonely, she left the hut and walked to the next village, where there was a hedge of cactus. She brought back leaves of cactus, cut them into strips and hung a strip over every door, every window, every aperture through which an evil spirit might enter the hut. But the midwife said, ‘whatever you do, this boy will eat up his own mother and father.’”