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.
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creative!
You must be a mind reader! This image epitomises the perfect solution to the conflict I felt coming in to D7(the invite to which I don't believe I've yet said; Thank You! I'm thrilled, excited and honored to be a part of this. I really like the new look too.)
Back to the 'conflict,' which was in me because everyone here produces much more 'modern+' type stuff than my mostly traditional approach. Usually. I was intimidated but finally just said "Fuck it! I'm drawing that tree. It's what, among other things, I do."
This piece of yours shows exactly what to do with that kind of (apparent) disparity. You have an artistic foot in both worlds! Traditional imagery presented in such a graphic that it could almost read like some sort of alien script.
I love it! Thank You.
It was my intention A. Decker...
I know...
If you are here is because we love your art!
I entered in the art world first by the painting, then sculpture, photography came later, it happened when I started photographing my work, then it was only a small leap to digital art and video.
This is was a shot with my cam yesterday morning while I take my dog to walk...
Old tree which was invaded by a plant to the top...
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