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.
11 comments:
very good, like it!
Ruela,
Thank you.
WOOOW!!!!love it
Very "above and beyond". The title fits well. I have been thinking about Monsato and their "wonderful" products today and your work kind of fused with my inner-dialogue. Fuck yeah.
wonderful!..love the road!
Mersault,
I bow humbly and thank you. :-)
Ioannis,
Exactly! Part of their 'magic' is making us believe they serve us. Fuck yeah.
Thanks.
manina,
Thank you much, but beware of that road.
;-)
A. really good!! not a fear in the world when you did this!
love it!
JB,
Thank you man, thank you.
Yeah A. you really got loose!!
in a good way
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