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, 6 January 2012

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7 comments:

Aaron Held said...

Unique portrait, all the colors work together very well, whatta smile! :) haha

A.Decker said...

In yer face! ;-)

Good work.

Ruela said...

beautiful smile!

Mersault said...

Beautifull series

CHM said...

Thanks you all (beautiful smile)

jbkrost said...

Yeah!
it is a beautiful smile....
like a toothpaste ad.

CHM said...

hahaha you made me laugh JB