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

Where's Tarzan?!

oil on canvas


Ruela said...

with Jane? ;)

Mersault said...

Ha ha, yes with Jane...Love this painthing :))))

A.Decker said...

Well, of course!

And thank you!

CHM said...

what a light and movement. you the tarzan

A.Decker said...


Thank ya, thank ya very much.


Coffee Messiah said...

Great Deck - and hope all is well = Cheers!

TICTAC said...

very cool the water!

jbkrost said...

You went wild on this one!
Nice work!!

A.Decker said...


Thanks, right back atcha! ;-)

A.Decker said...


The water is special to me, so thanks very much.

A.Decker said...


Yes! A madman unleashed!LOL!

Thank you!