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.
11 comments:
with Jane? ;)
Ha ha, yes with Jane...Love this painthing :))))
Well, of course!
And thank you!
what a light and movement. you the tarzan
aaahhh-AH-ah-AH-ah-AH-aaaaahhhhh!!!
Thank ya, thank ya very much.
;-)
Great Deck - and hope all is well = Cheers!
very cool work.love the water!
A..
You went wild on this one!
Nice work!!
CM,
Thanks, right back atcha! ;-)
TICTAC,
The water is special to me, so thanks very much.
JB,
Yes! A madman unleashed!LOL!
Thank you!
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