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 3 May 2011

Earth

Earth
digital photo

4 comments:

Ruela said...

Love it!

Not the smoke!

jbkrost said...

Thanks!

Anonymous said...

...delicate...precious...love the contrast.

jbkrost said...

A.
I go out a night or pre-dawn to get these images...
Thanks, I also love the finished product