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:
Ruela...
These just keep on getting better..
your on a roll!
Excellent:)))
Splendid INSECT: I LOVE THEM RUELA
This last work of yours is just
brilliant!!!!!!!!!
for hearing impaired (clapping hands)
Thank you Mersault and CHM
me and my twin bro ;)
jbkrost
Yes I am ;))
Robert
;)
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