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.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012


Lost styrofoam sand-molded cast aluminum. 8x12x6" Painted with fire and silver acrylic.


jbkrost said...

Nice series!
fuzzy and and cold
cool you know!

TICTAC said...

yes, cool indeed!

Ruela said...

cool! like your new stuff!

Anonymous said...

Thanks y'all, very much.

It's an old project I refuse to get rid of, even if I do use it as a door-stop. ;-)