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.
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Tariff
Tariff?
Tariff graphic
I don't know what you mean by tariff. a 'tariff' is a tax or list of prices
These are always interesting = Cheers!
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thanks, Coffee!
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I like this subtle lines. Splendid serie Robert
Thank you very much, CHM. I admire your work very much
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