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:
welcome Laurent!
Feel free to post!
j'aime et merci!
LOOOOVEEEee it
Which is death and which is life... More precisely, they are almost one and the same. The male could have emerged as a tree. Earth and entity are one..
An absolutely wonderful image, Laurent!
le bout de ton doigt me plait!
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