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, 1 January 2012

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5 comments:

Ruela said...

cool!

jbkrost said...

Crazy party...
Hope you didn't loose your head!

Aaron Held said...

Although it does seem fitting as a crazy party being around the new years celebrations, I was thinking more when i drew it a conflict in oneself, conflicting ideas thoughts, feelings, and one part blocking the door, refusing to open, and holding a head hostage.

This comment is fitting 'Hope you didn't loose your head' because I have lost my head...but new year new start i hope...Thanks for the comments Ruela, jbkrost :)

Mersault said...

love it :))

A.Decker said...

If that's in your head, you sure you want to find it?! ;-)

Good one. Nice and bizarre.