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.
7 comments:
It's all part of the healing process.
Life & hearts all fall into these spectrums.
Powerful image!
She suffers grasping passion in the streamlined grid..
She becomes she/he.
weird, creative and emotional...I love it, Sweet image CHM
beautiful new series
Thanks guys, i'm into the Drama of life, apparentely, as it seems
Why? I have to discover it...
Do I know whose in me, when?
Yes...
Time will help this pain.
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