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, 15 August 2011

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don't look now
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7 comments:

Ruela said...

fantastic work tictac!

Mersault said...

Excellent image!!!

jbkrost said...

You Lookin at Me?

Cool!

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

Ab Fab!!

Coffee Messiah said...

Nicely done TT ; ) = Cheers!

leperson said...

but I wanna look

TICTAC said...

:-)

many thanks to each and all!