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.

Sunday 31 July 2011

shamanaman

4 comments:

manina31 said...

i cant stop looking at it..!!

Anonymous said...

...he is mad with power...


I read an article that said it was the Shaman who brought art off the cave walls and into the broader culture of the people. To help him control them...

Now look at him! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!

Ahem...nice work, Jase.

jase daniels said...

thanks guys.

Yeh, i've been thinking a lot about shamanism and stuff lately. Interesting stuff.

Coffee Messiah said...

Nice share! = Cheers!