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:
No Name Girls!
;)
muy cool and nice work ;~)
Disturbingly pleasant on the eye.
Great piece!
Thank you guys
Well, the opening is on fire!
really good!!
yeah, this place is burning up
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