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.

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

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7 comments:

Ioannis Passalis said...

Well put together...I love the "flow of things in this

Coffee Messiah said...

Most excellent = Cheers!

Ruela said...

love it!

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

Always looking for new ways to express yourself. Truly superb.

TICTAC said...

thank you all very much...cheers!

Mersault said...

WOW, WOOOOw Excellent!!!

TICTAC said...

:-)) thanks Mersault!