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.
Saturday, 14 May 2011
Our Models of God
Growing Pink (click to enlarge and watch in order of their making: from the bottom to the top)
2 comments:
excelent work!
Praise Be! ;-)
I like what you did with it, and the progress shots, one of which looks like paint on canvas. Traditional or digital magic?
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