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.

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

The Street

Part of my street series

4 comments:

Ruela said...

looks good!

A.Decker said...

This is a great shot.

CHM said...

I like it

Aaron Held said...

no effects no mask just a portrait awesome. :)