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.
6 comments:
Good photography.
Wow. From visions of chaotic darkness to harmony of peace, the fire still burns.
Shockingly different, man!
Way to go.
Enlightenment for the new yr, fire for your soul, excellent image Buddha ;)
"Embedded under the post" comments still has the "send follow-up comments via email" option.
I don't really like that format but it's the only one that still has that option.
Just sayin'... ;-)
The extremes touch themselves !
thank you all ;)
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