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.
14 comments:
Like the simplicity.
A....
your a master at graphite!
Gwen,
Thanks. Betimes that very thing attracts me severely.
JB,
Thank you. (humbly) Thank you.
Phallic!
CJ,
It is longer than it is wide, I reckon. ;-)
cool ;)
Ruela,
Thank you. I appreciate it.
It's a good item.
I rather like it.
Inconsequential,
I like the way you put that. Thank you.
Great work! Are you Anneli Decker the singer?????
Rachel,
Thanks.
No. The "A" is for Albert. No vocals. :-)
I did a search and there seems to be some confusion (on my part at least) between Decker and Drecker, both Anneli, both singers.
Are you sure of the spelling, and where can I hear a sample of her work?
Anneli, I like it!
Iryna,
LOL!
Whyyy, thank yew, so muuuch!
;-)
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