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.
9 comments:
safety and quality!
Glad to see you here ;)
glad to be back!
much LOVE & more safety¬
thanx Jaan!
Love
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I wasn't sure what to write on your profile...
Thanx once again!
me neither, perfect Job as eveRRuela!
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thanX!
;)
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Fabulous piece (not that I'd expect anything less from you)!
Great to see you here.
Big, BIG HUGS AND KISSES from the old Harpy!!!
I am really liking your work :~)
Iryna!!!
Robert thank yous!
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