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.

Monday, 16 January 2012

3 comments:

Aaron Held said...

unique and interesting idea.. i thought it wasn't loading up at first, because my internet occasionally runs slow haha very cool

A.Decker said...

This is intriguing. I like the "up in the air" feeling, and the treatment of the building looks like it's been pixellated, which makes me want to "see" it even more. Good one.

TICTAC said...

clever composition.