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.

Sunday, 11 March 2012

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8 comments:

CHM said...

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jbkrost said...

Yeah..
I like your beach series!

A.Decker said...

The way this is tinted makes me think those footprints have been empty a long time.
Good composition.

TICTAC said...

fabulous! looks like a polaroid effect.

Gerald (Hyde DP) said...

footprints going but from where do they come?

Mersault said...

Love this :)

Aaron Held said...

wandering...

Animesh said...

Is it desert?I like it.