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:
are you lookin at me!
LOVE it!
Reminds me of Iggy Pop.
Fantastic!
Methinks Leila coulda used one of those masks...or is she why the other one has it?
;-)
thank you all!
yes, that's what I tought too C.J.
yes A.D. she use the mask too...
our beautiful reality
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