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

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9 comments:

A.Decker said...

Very nice, refreshing light in the dark. At first I thought I was in outer space; then the snowflakes hit my face. Stark. Lovely.

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jbkrost said...

Yeah!!
it keeps getting better!
Nice

Mersault said...

Thanks guys :))

CHM said...

funny funny game. Love the contrast

TICTAC said...

love the pics and the sequence...

Mersault said...

Thanks Cristina and Patrizia love:)X

Ruela said...

cool composition!

Mersault said...

Thank you Ruela:)