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.
6 comments:
.... love,pain, loss..,tought provoking.,very strange images and title... hm, hm..still can not connect love and cutting...
Ain't that the truth. This strikes me as incredibly human.
Mersault, it must depend on your definition of "love," 'cause this is just right on to me...
Love = truth
Shocking cut Ruela!
I have strange feelings about this image
Love cuts like a knife but Love's not easy...
I love this new series... misshapen human bodies; love; sex; doubts reflecting our personal self-image & whether we are loveable or perverse aberrations of our species (any species) who do or don't deserve to be pleasured or give pleasure.
Are our minds so ugly and are we so obnoxiously opinionated that we can't compensate for our lack of physical perfection and desirability? Is our perception of our physical desirability so twisted that we overestimate our worth?
OK. This is just my own 'response' to these conventionally 'unattractive' bodies you've been creating. I don't know that this has anything to do with your intention. I can see 'abstracts' like Moore's sculptures in your work... but, predominantly, I see a discomfort with the pleasures and fears of physical self.
These distorted 'human' forms touch me on levels I would have to dedicate a thesis to...
ditto Iryna!
thank you!
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