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.

Friday, 16 December 2011

Druid

14 comments:

Gwen said...

Like the simplicity.

jbkrost said...

A....
your a master at graphite!

A.Decker said...

Gwen,

Thanks. Betimes that very thing attracts me severely.

A.Decker said...

JB,

Thank you. (humbly) Thank you.

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

Phallic!

A.Decker said...

CJ,

It is longer than it is wide, I reckon. ;-)

Ruela said...

cool ;)

A.Decker said...

Ruela,

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Inconsequential said...

It's a good item.
I rather like it.

A.Decker said...

Inconsequential,

I like the way you put that. Thank you.

RACHEL COLOMB ART said...

Great work! Are you Anneli Decker the singer?????

A.Decker said...

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?

Iryna Harpy said...

Anneli, I like it!

A.Decker said...

Iryna,

LOL!

Whyyy, thank yew, so muuuch!

;-)