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.
5 comments:
beautiful!
happy birthday tictac!
:)
many thanks Ruela! :-)
I envy the fact you have a polaroid. I din't think you could get them anymore? I love the composition of this. It looks rather calm and peaceful.
it's a happily worn SX-70 land camara for years i couldn't find the films for it until the impossible project came along to our rescue taking over Polaroid...they have been doing a marvellous job!in e-bay there are still various old polaroid camaras on sale but i have no idea how much you can trust.
awesome picture
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