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.
7 comments:
I want to do this as makeup on someone
^^ Nice idea, Haven't thought of that. If you do so I would very much like see it.
Thank you *
motion in the dark ... Love it
v. cool ;)
When I do it, I will be sure to post a photo here
Ruela, mind you! This one is real ^^ , it is a person I met at 2008. Lock your doors.
FEAR!
;)
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