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, 21 August 2011

The Fly

The Fly

28"x 34"
acrylic/fluted sbs


Mersault said...

yummy yummy:))

jbkrost said...

Yeah I figured a snack would be good!

Ruela said...


fly away ;)

CHM said...

always a pleasure to look at your work, so intense and sudden

jbkrost said...

I am the fly!!

its equally a pleasure for me to have you view..
much thanks

TICTAC said...

love it!

jbkrost said...

Tic Tac..
much thanks!!!!