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.

Friday, 2 March 2012






A.Decker said...

Refreshingly light-hearted. Me like!

TICTAC said...

need for summer in this gray bavarian winter ;-)
hi A.Decker!

CHM said...

uuuuu love your clean and clear dreams

jbkrost said...

it is light and lovely!

Ruela said...

eye like it :)

jbkrost said...

A... I can't believe you said that!!

TICTAC said...

:-)) Ruela

many thanks my friends!

Aaron Held said...

Awesome tictac, the first image reminds me of a cool logo, the second reminds me of me water is my natural element i love it so much, I miss the ocean it still cold right now for swimming!

TICTAC said...

hi Aaron, thank you...always nice to hear from you! a water 'hug' is so comforting and comfortable..:-)
very cold here too now, after few weeks of 'fake' spring.