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.

Sunday, 9 October 2011

We Alone



We Alone

28"x 34"
acrylic/fluted sbs

Inspired by "Anthem" the Ayn Rand novel

5 comments:

Ruela said...

nice one, love it!

jbkrost said...

Thanks ruela!!
you rock!

Mersault said...

LOOOVE IT!!!!

jbkrost said...

mersault...
you rock too!!
thanks!

A.Decker said...

...spooky dream...

Good work.

Makes me wanna read that book.