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.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Another day in Paradise...







The photos are from a Kodak 110 Instamatic I smuggled into work one day(strictly forbidden! Heh,heh). The painting is a 12x16" oil on used-over canvas. I spent most of the 80's in this "compound," rotating shifts. I think this painting is evidence that it did permanent damage. ;-D

7 comments:

jbkrost said...

There ya go A...
don't ya just love the forbidden fruit?

I've always been drawn to industrial areas, those and boarded up houses and buildings, I'm not sure what that says about strange attractions, but I don't think I'm the only one here.....

Love the shots and canvas, glad you posted them, now go out and shoot some more

TICTAC said...

beautiful work A. Decker and interesting explanation.
industrial areas offer to creativity such an amazing variety of disparate often weather-beaten shapes and raw textures all forced together into an attractive powerful concoction.

A.Decker said...

JB,

You definitely ain't the only one. Ruins and rubble I would add to the list also.

Thank you and, you're welcome.

I gotta come up with a better camera before I go out 'lurking' again, I think. Just looking through my collection(of which there's a lot more, heh, heh)I'm amazed at how much precision can be achieved if you have a good camera.

A.Decker said...

TICTAC,

Thank you. Glad you like.

I like your observation on industrial subject matter, too. Well put.

Ruela said...

!!!!!!!!!! love it!

A.Decker said...

Ruela,

Obrigado!

Mersault said...

Excellent!!!