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.

Friday, 13 January 2012

sick of trying

4 comments:

Aaron Held said...

Incredible Jase, I love how these conjoined things are posed...almost like its pondering and day dreaming at the same time.

CHM said...

What a strong strong image Jase! Melted down into a primate
It looks like its gonna be hard to find your mind again

Ruela said...

fantastic job!!!

A.Decker said...

Yeah, I've felt that way! ;-) Never saw it this way though.

Jase, you're in a world of your own. Thanks for inviting us in.