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.
5 comments:
Oh great, the moon is melting! Ha! Man, this is just weird enough.
Nice work.
Thanks A..
I knew you would understand
sensual
Ruela..
Thanks.. I am loving the little streaks of light to each side.
cool effect
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