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.
8 comments:
Nice shots...
I am drawn to the bottom one...
silent and foreboding.
JB,
Thanks. That's pretty much what I was going for. I think.
nice narrative!
Ruela,
Thanks!
Yes the last one! I have one to add. Will post it later
CHM,
Thanks. And that sounds great. But how about sooner* instead of later? ;-)
(*I'm anxious to see yours already)
Cool series of images, reminds me of classic discharge.
Aaron,
Sorry for the delay in answering but, Thank You very much for that. I'm honored.
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