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.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Saint in the City



Saint in the City

digital photo

5 comments:

A.Decker said...

That's awesome! You were right to go BIG with it.

Mersault said...

WOOwwwwwWW!!! Great composition!!

Rick said...

Love it!

Ruela said...

me too!

jbkrost said...

Thanks guys and gal...
Yeah for this one it was go "BIG" or go home!!