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
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.
9 comments:
love it!
Ruela,
Thanks.
very good work and title!
TICTAC,
Merci!
Love it..
great reflections
Thanks, JB!
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.
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.' ;-)
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.
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