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.
11 comments:
Good Stuff as ever - been forever, been never, ben nevis...
Thanx Inc, good to see you, it's been a long time!
Cheers my friend!
Good day my friend
Hello CHM!
Good day ;)
thanx Robert!
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thats discharge
Hehe. Great visual.
I know how much you enjoy using your organic creative juices in your work. Careful, you could end up straining your wrist if you get overly creative!
jbkrost
yes ;)
Iryna Harpy
hehe!
it's a myth ;))
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