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:
cool, love it
thank you dear Mersault ;)
more coming...
The way you abstracted this is strong. Love it.
thank you Robert ;)
wonderful leading position
love it Ruela
thanx CHM!
whenever David....
I think this may be the favourite of the series so far. Still, it is driven by context.
Great work!
thank you both!
David ;))
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