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.

Monday, 11 July 2011

Nera's Daydream






Nera's Daydream

28"x 35"
acrylic/fluted sbs

4 comments:

Ruela said...

you are inside Nera's dreams!

;)

Mersault said...

Excellent!! you already know that ;)))

CHM said...

Wow they do build her decision up!
keep on dreaming

jbkrost said...

Hey...
thanks, yes, the dreams come and go, the only thing left is to dream a new one...
thanks
Ruela
Mersault
CHM