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.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Sittin' On the Front Porch Gettin' Old



You're damned if you do; and if you don't...? 
5"x7" oil on canvas panel

9 comments:

Ruela said...

love it!

A.Decker said...

Ruela,

Thanks.

TICTAC said...

very good work and title!

A.Decker said...

TICTAC,

Merci!

jbkrost said...

Love it..
great reflections

A.Decker said...

Thanks, JB!

Aaron Held said...

excellent work! didn't look painted looked like a fuzzy photo, so i'd say just awesome realistic detail! All the colors work very well.

A.Decker said...

Aaron,

Thank you! Worked from a photo with a coffee cup sitting where the skull is. That just didn't quite cut it so I resorted to my 'studio mascot.' ;-)

A.Decker said...

I guess y'all noticed the "send follow-up comments via email" has disappeared. I've bitched about that all over the Google "help" forums, and all I've learned is that their engineering dept. knows about it. Two weeks ago. Ah...well...

I'm contemplating dumping the G-monster and going to Wordpress.