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.
7 comments:
Great image and great words. beautiful
great! welcome my friend!
This is very intriguing and elusive
Magic mirror...
entangled to discharge
So nice to see ya!
Ah, P! You KNOW I'm hooked on the feminine lines.
So good to see your works again! xoxo
Thank you very much Mersault, Ruela, Robert, Babalith, CHM and Iryna!
cheers
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