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.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Humming Bird



Humming Bird

28"x 34"
acrylic/fluted sbs

5 comments:

Mersault said...

Jb, this is beatiful :)))

CHM said...

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love it JB!!!!!

Ruela said...

very nice!

jbkrost said...

Mersault...
thanks your a doll!!

CHM
BBBBBZZZZZ!!!
Glad you do!
thank you!


Ruela...
you da man!!
thanks

A.Decker said...

Has a mythic feeling about it. Good work.