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.

Tuesday 26 April 2011

11 comments:

Ruela said...

Tariff

Robert said...

Tariff?

Ruela said...

Tariff graphic

Robert said...

I don't know what you mean by tariff. a 'tariff' is a tax or list of prices

Coffee Messiah said...

These are always interesting = Cheers!

Ruela said...

"here"

Robert said...

ah!

Robert said...

thanks, Coffee!

Ruela said...

;)

Oilsforfun said...

I like this subtle lines. Splendid serie Robert

Robert said...

Thank you very much, CHM. I admire your work very much