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:
Love it, Love you!
I see devils...
These are lovely!!
the light and dark fight one another, yet coexist within the space allowed
"And look at us now"
Yeah.
Good one.
thank you, thank you:)))
indeed - good stuff
Even shadows are our mirrors. Fabulous!
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