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.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Rejet


Rejet © Laurent Fièvre - 09/08/2011
Canvas (acrylic) 55 x 46 cm

4 comments:

Ruela said...

great work Laurent!

CHM said...

splendid beauty

Coffee Messiah said...

Very nice! = Cheers!

leperson said...

a love song