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.
9 comments:
Excelent!
very effective. I like the technique
Oh YES!!
blush..so alive love it
Yes, it is creepy how much life and expression this work can have. Paralyzed motion.
I love the quality you get with this mix of line and photo-imagery.
Very creative = Cheers!
Thank you all ; I like it as well!
Those days were things happen without one knowing it's gonna happen
hahahah
Yeah...
is she trying to come in.. or get out?
really cool!
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