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.

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

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8 comments:

Mersault said...

wow delicious again:))

Ruela said...

Great work TICTAC!

CHM said...

oh yes Tic tac this is immensely good
...my type of soup

jbkrost said...

Very cool!!
love the fish!

Coffee Messiah said...

Beautiful and nicely done! Cheers!

TICTAC said...

:-) love the comments :-)
thank you everyone very much!!

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

Simply superb. Well done TICTAC.

TICTAC said...

thanks CJ..:-)