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.
4 comments:
The image alone is intriguing enough; then there's the title and image id... "Teatro Alberto finalblog" ??
compelling imagery!
well A Decker never question the id I put. I have a really hard time with those...so many...so many. Actually it should be "Teatro Aberto" but I really do not care much..
Thanks for the comments
Great concept, you always got me thinking about the image
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