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.
4 comments:
Beautiful!!!!!
Colours, symbols all,
...various meaning..
I adore this painting :))
Good work, always!!!
Thanks...
there are symbols for sure!!
its a hidden story!
glad you both like
jbk
Great painting. Great mystery.
Poor guy. All he got was a fish head--say! Are you sure that's not Iryna?!
;-)
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