The Dark Angels are a come and go crew. They create then disappear like street art. Their works exist in fragments, particles that float, dust motes that spin before the wind that blows them to faraway places. They are individuals that work as one. Deep as oceans, as impenetrable as the night. Art urchins and poets, they dissolve before they form. They are the Dark Angels, they are discharge. They are a bloody mouthful.
6 comments:
Just splendid!
What an attitude the one she has, having a strong effect on that table, influencing totally any up coming decision...
This is one of your bests, if one can say this
bravo
Powerful = Cheers!
!!!
Exellent :) Great colours,
shadows and light, looove it
Love it, as before. But I still ain't stickin' around for dinner with this gal!(she's probably got Fava beans and a nice little Chianti...sssk!sssk!sssk!)
;-)
Hey thanks guys...
I wasn't sure if it was legal to repost..
But this one of my favorites, and a lot of time was spent on it...
AD... she's been asking for a dinner guest, you'd be perfect(good sound effect)
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