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.
7 comments:
Greatttttttttttttttttttt!
Thank you, I look very nice!
you did the first one?
Yes I did and the other one is graffiti on the wall in some empty place.
he really looks like you don¨t you think
;)
Love it!
;)
Oh very good counterpart
I like these two
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