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.
8 comments:
love it!!!
;)
Thanks Ruela x
Always have enjoyed your art especially images like this.
looks like a really good party!
i'm in! i wish to shave Bataille's balls!
ha hhaa ha great!!!!!!!
The brave and the bold, the daring and droll.
Love your dismissal of boudaries.
Boundaries, I meant.
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