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.

Thursday, 22 September 2011

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7 comments:

CHM said...

it feels good and relief

Mersault said...

Love your eye

Ruela said...

fantastic work!

Coffee Messiah said...

Nicely done! = Cheers!

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

More magic from the Titac girl.

jbkrost said...

Eye'll have what she's having
Cool!

TICTAC said...

a big thank you to all for the cool comments!
:-)