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.
6 comments:
très belle...
I viewed the animation, too. Beautiful.
What can I say other than that which I've written on your original Blogger post!
I have fallen in love with her effervescent beauty. Spritz me with her over and over again!
Very nice (and the animation too)!
Thank you all!
She's very different from what you saw, if you watch the original you notice that...
ah you can watch at facebook...search this image at my page...there's a link below to Ana's page...
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