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.
7 comments:
lalalalalala laV!!
hi big red attractive fish. will you marry me?
A red herring
"Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water. Come back here, man, give my daughter"
"I wonder where that fish did go.
A fish,
A fish,
A fishy-o!"
Compelling shapes and colors. I like how the diagonal action of the fish is mitigated by it being near the bottom.
Strange fauna they got out there in Montana...
;-)
A.Decker>>>Lots of Dental Floss but no Yo Yo Stuff.
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