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.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

moon and other streaks of light

digital photo


A.Decker said...

Oh great, the moon is melting! Ha! Man, this is just weird enough.
Nice work.

jbkrost said...

Thanks A..
I knew you would understand

Ruela said...


jbkrost said...

Thanks.. I am loving the little streaks of light to each side.

Aaron Held said...

cool effect