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.

Saturday, 10 September 2011

9-11-2001




9-11-2001


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1.5"x 2.5"
acrylic/split canvas

5 comments:

Coffee Messiah said...

Nicely done - although for me, these last 10+ years have only gone down hill for people all over the World and for no good reason ; (

Cheers to ya!

CHM said...

Superb!

Ruela said...

Excellent!

Mersault said...

Excellent :)))

jbkrost said...

Thanks Guys and Gals..
Yeah, a tribute to how bad things can go in one day...
and all those that follow
thanks