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.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Broken Heart

6 comments:

Ruela said...

beautiful!!!

Aaron Held said...

A broken heart sucks...

The image is unusual and has a weird essence about it, but has so much wonderful creativity involved, and the hair looks sweet as it flows in to the black!

Mersault said...

Excellent!!!!!!

jbkrost said...

Nice work...
a little time will heal that broken heart.

CHM said...

schmuack to you all! I needed it (hahah) time to heal

A.Decker said...

A powerful companion to the next one...