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.
10 comments:
I like it.
mysteriously mysterious.
I was scrolling and identified a JB immediately.
A strange amalgam of soothing and haunting as seems to be your trademark, my friend.
Dammit! You know which my favourite is... but you keep creating more spine-chillingly glorious paintings!
Good to see you here, my dear Fisher King!
Peter...
Thanks, everyone needs a little mystery
Iryna...
Its good to be here, and to see you here....
And the offer still stands, I created one for you back at d-6 it was on paper vs. the flute, shipping would be easier, but there is no hurry, I will work on paper from time to time and if one jumps out at you, give me a scream and I'll know what to do
Always excelent!
The arts and humanities foster that kind of mental ability...
Play the Music!
Ruela...
You rock! thanks so much!!
CHM...
I think its playing pretty loud today.... what do you think?
Well, thank you! I'll keep an eye out on the materials. You're truly a lovely person, JB!
you have an unmistakable style. love the title: in the whole big picture and in its many readings, it zooms into the tiniest detail...the string and suddendly the whole search becomes meaning.
this is my feeling, of course. i hope it makes sense too.. :-)
TicTac
Thanks you have it right...
And you make perfect sense, glad you like it!
JB and TicTac, I thought TicTac's interpretation was wonderful.
In scrutinising this work again, I saw it through TicTacs eyes. I'd had a feeling for the overall but couldn't put my finger on it. TicTac, you are a brilliant and articulate woman. xoxo to you both!
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