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, 8 March 2012

The dead been walkin' in the rain



Eye scene 'em, in the supermarket parkin' lot

8 comments:

jbkrost said...

Eye see em too!
good stuff!

A.Decker said...

Thanks JB. Glad I'm not the only one. ;-)

Ruela said...

got to go make some shops :)
nive one A

A.Decker said...

Ruela,

We all gotta go sometime. ;-)

Thanks.

TICTAC said...

in the twilight, betwenn here and there.

A.Decker said...

TICTAC,

Exactly! You scene 'em too?! ;-)

Aaron Held said...

Really cool photo, like this type of drawing.

A.Decker said...

Thanks Aaron.