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.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Lurker in the Rail Yard

Reefered up and tresspassin', ca. 1986. Analog photo.


Ruela said...

beautiful shot!

A.Decker said...

Tnx! One of my favorites.

Mersault said...

Beautiful, nice contrast

jbkrost said...

nice shot!!
I must have missed it last time through.

A.Decker said...

Mersault and JB,

Thank youse!