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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I'm trying! :)
Go go go ahead!!!
great work Jase!
don't worry babe
splendid math Jase- love it
it seems like someone is...
nice piece ;~)
There's always something so distinctive about your work, Jase. Having seen so many pieces I know that they look as though they've been executed by different artists (and I DO mean that as a compliment to your talent), yet there is a common thread that belies appearance. This is a very poignant image/piece...
PS I'd love to lend a hand but there are too many viruses in cyberspace.
Yeah!
Nice work, love the choice of materials used......
No worries...
She will show up.
Haha! I remembered a piece from D6 and made a sojourn to rediscover it... "Simple request"!
Damned the horns and viruses! You know you're just what I needed! I'll send you a couple of mine: warts, scars, tail, serpent arms... We're made for each other. If not, I'm sure we've got plenty of mutual beasts in common who'll do each other!
Haha, cheers Iryna.
I am sure that soon enough things will change and my isolation shall abate. Until then I shall pleasure myself with all the quality spattered across D7.
more art on the way soon
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