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.
13 comments:
beauty!!!
I am glad you like my work, Albano! Nobody else seems to ;~O
Give some time...you are new here...
;)
we have similar works...of photography.
rich and complicated..love it
Thank you, Mersault ;~)
Albano, do you mean you and I have similar works or there is work on D7 that is similar?
No not here...
your "style" not so different from mine...
that's why I like your work!
You think that? I am very flattered, sir!
:~))
well...that's why I invited you to join us ;)
hah!
SPLENDID HAIR CUT
wouldn't mind having it
Hah! I thought of a witch swirling her hair, actually
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