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.
5 comments:
FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!
oh the horror ... magnified energy in a room full of electric charges
What an intensely radiant site
Ruela...
Thanks, glad you like!!
CHM...
Thanks, yeah its kind of silly, but I enjoy the absurd from time to time.
Thanks again
It's like watching the world stop turning...
Iryna...
Yeah, it's just a goof...
It just came out, I recived your invite... I'm not on the F.B.
is it worth while?, I do want to see your photos though..
thanks for the comment
jb
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