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.
6 comments:
Love...
Body always here...but where is the face ?
Cool....
Hope you get lots of calls!
I enjoy the sepia tones in these works
Laurent
Thank you!
"here"
;)
jbkrost
Thank you!
hope not... ;))
Ruela,
Amazing series of works on this theme. You're cooking with gas, old friend.
Fantastic x
Thank you M!
cheers!
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