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.

Saturday, 10 March 2012

American Soul



American Soul

apx 31"x 43"
acrylic/canvas

10 comments:

A.Decker said...

The stripes wrapping over the flat surface with the apple makes me think of a carnival. All of our terror, splendor and pathos turned into a sideshow.

Very right on, JB. Well done.

Ruela said...

excelent, love it!

CHM said...

splendid

jbkrost said...

Yes A!!
its all rolled into one here!
Living in the States has its own set of conditions that are at times hard to express
Thanks


Ruela...
Glad you love it!!
if you love it I love it
thanks


Cristina...
Thanks , glad you think so!!

TICTAC said...

powerful!

jbkrost said...

Thanks Tic-Tac!!

Mersault said...

Exellent work Jb as always

jbkrost said...

Thanks Mersault...
Glad to see you here!
Where have you been?

Aaron Held said...

Like a dreamy surreal circus

jbkrost said...

Thanks Aaron!
keep dreaming the circus will come.