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.
8 comments:
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Yeah..
I like your beach series!
The way this is tinted makes me think those footprints have been empty a long time.
Good composition.
fabulous! looks like a polaroid effect.
footprints going but from where do they come?
Love this :)
wandering...
Is it desert?I like it.
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