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, 30 November 2011

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7 comments:

Mersault said...

Great..nice to have you back

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

And we've missed those teeth!

CHM said...

AAAAAAAron!!!! Missed you Tooooooooo!!!
Great Great Great

A.Decker said...

Good to see you. Nice for the eyes...

Ruela said...

hi ;)

TICTAC said...

so very cool and so nice to see your work again!! cheers :-)

Aaron Held said...

Thanks everyone, I don't know if i'm back completely i said to myself i was gonna post every day this week but my internet it is all out of sorts, and it took so long just to even view these comments. I've also been stuck in a mental rut, so many problems piling on just made me a wreck, but i'm pushing on and trying to ease myself back to doing things... you've all been doing amazing work i feel so left out, and i like missed so much...but hopefully i can make a better return with more stuff, peaacceeee everyone your doing great. :)