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, 3 August 2011

skin is faster than words

7 comments:

A.Decker said...

MmmmmwaH!! Tasty!

And you are so right.

Ruela said...

;)

Mersault said...

Thank you :)))

Coffee Messiah said...

Nothing like it, to be sure = Cheers!

TICTAC said...

great pic and title Mersault!

Mersault said...

Thank you :)))))

jbkrost said...

Nice..
One can almost feel the texture of the skin!