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.
7 comments:
yummy yummy:))
Mersault..
Yeah I figured a snack would be good!
thanks
;))
fly away ;)
always a pleasure to look at your work, so intense and sudden
Ruela..
I am the fly!!
CHM...
its equally a pleasure for me to have you view..
much thanks
love it!
Tic Tac..
much thanks!!!!
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