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.
... Endless, true! Yet we know that they WILL end. That is the crux of their beauty. They erode with sand, sea and time... and we are so small and hopeful... That is the greatest part of the beauty.
8 comments:
Wow! This is a GREAT shot
Excelent!
I hear loudly
Hi! (waving back at you) ;-)
llLoveIiT!
Magnificent and haunting, as always, Doriandra!
wandered on the shore, felt my heart grow again. i am at peace, a dark and open place. full of possibilities.
... Endless, true! Yet we know that they WILL end. That is the crux of their beauty. They erode with sand, sea and time... and we are so small and hopeful... That is the greatest part of the beauty.
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