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, 6 November 2011

RED

  RED

28"X 34"
acrylic/fluted sbs

7 comments:

A.Decker said...

I can relate. Good one.

Ruela said...

wow! crazy!

jbkrost said...

A...
thanks, me too!


Ruela...
You Rock!

CHM said...

a fan of your paintings

jbkrost said...

CHM.....
Your a doll!!
I'm a fan of yours also

TICTAC said...

another great one i like too..
:-)

jbkrost said...

Tic-Tac..
Much thanks-glad you like!