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

XO


8 comments:

Ruela said...

XXX

jbkrost said...

yeah!
XXX-OOO-$$$

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

Uber cool. New wave, post modern of the now.

Mersault said...

XOXO

Coffee Messiah said...

I like it a lot! = Cheers!

TICTAC said...

love it!

Joe A. Ratzinger, Afterhours said...

NICE WORK. GREAT JOB WITH THE ART. COPY PASTE CREATE I'VE BEEN AT IT ALKL DAY AND MAN I AM HUNG. OUT NOW FOR SOME NIGHT-TIME FUN IN THE CITY. YOU KNOW, THE VALLEY DOWN HERE WHERE ALL US LOW CREATURES CRAWL HAPPILY ON OUR BELLIES...?

Mersault said...

Thank you TICTAC

Joe A. Ratzinger Afterhours..mein Gott,interesting name you got