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.
5 comments:
I've been enjoying the black and white stuff - it appeals
nice!
We all have our prison's..
Nice!
yes, it is
Your doing good work with this "interference with the sky" theme. Whatever you want to call it, I applaud the pursuit.
"You're." I meant You're doing... I hate misspelling and bad grammar. If it's accidental, and especially if I did it.
;-)
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