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.

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

YOU MUST NOW START BACK AT THE VERY BEGINNING!

"You can't go any further from here.



Read a good book
Go to the cinema and watch a great movie
Give your friends a phone call
Meet your family
Visit a good restaurant and have some dinner"

4 comments:

Babalith said...

Relief...

Anonymous said...

I used to think I might have "psychological problems" because stops signs showed up so often in my paintings. Now I got this to worry about. ;-D

Great vivid color! And a very good idea. Several, actually...

Ruela said...

;))

Oilsforfun said...

Sitting Together On Purpose
love it