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, 20 November 2011
Industrial pods
Industrial pods
digital photo
A view from my new city...... Hopefully there will be more of the same
4 comments:
Uuuaah!! This is gorgeous! Yeah, keep 'em coming.
yeah I love it
Thank you my friends!!
Tic Tac...
Thanks.. Yeah I love the black and white also!
I think it shows more contrast of the subject
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