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!

Anonymous said...

Gwen,

Thanks. Betimes that very thing attracts me severely.

Anonymous said...

JB,

Thank you. (humbly) Thank you.

Russell CJ Duffy said...

Phallic!

Anonymous said...

CJ,

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

Ruela said...

cool ;)

Anonymous said...

Ruela,

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Inconsequential said...

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

Anonymous said...

Inconsequential,

I like the way you put that. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous 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?

Anonymous said...

Anneli, I like it!

Anonymous said...

Iryna,

LOL!

Whyyy, thank yew, so muuuch!

;-)