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, 16 November 2011

pROMETHEOID



The Hideous Sun Demon attempting to infiltrate the innocent countryside. Fortunately, I was there to capture his soul in my light box, thus fixing him in static form, to inadvertently serve us forever in our quest for balance.

3 comments:

jbkrost said...

don't let him out!
keep shooting!!

Mersault said...

yes I agree keep shooting. Great photo

A.Decker said...

Thank you, thank you!

Demon attempts escape; must acquire new lightbox; quest far from OVER!!!


;-)