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.

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Wizards Make Dragons

24x18" oil on canvas


Ruela said...

very good, like it!

A.Decker said...


Thank you.

Mersault said...

WOOOW!!!!love it

Ioannis Passalis said...

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.

manina31 said...

wonderful! the road!

A.Decker said...


I bow humbly and thank you. :-)

A.Decker said...


Exactly! Part of their 'magic' is making us believe they serve us. Fuck yeah.


A.Decker said...


Thank you much, but beware of that road.


jbkrost said...

A. really good!! not a fear in the world when you did this!
love it!

A.Decker said...


Thank you man, thank you.

jbkrost said...

Yeah A. you really got loose!!
in a good way