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:
Eye see em too!
good stuff!
Thanks JB. Glad I'm not the only one. ;-)
got to go make some shops :)
nive one A
Ruela,
We all gotta go sometime. ;-)
Thanks.
in the twilight, betwenn here and there.
TICTAC,
Exactly! You scene 'em too?! ;-)
Really cool photo, like this type of drawing.
Thanks Aaron.
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