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.
4 comments:
Ruela...
Your "chain and body" series are really strong!
The chain seems to finish out the compostion in each one.
Plus there is the unspoken question of "the chain"
thank you my friend!
I have to agree with JB. The imagery is so heavy & intense. Stunning!
thanx Iryna!
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