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, 13 April 2012
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Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.
- W H Auden
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Never seen that quote before. It seems to be making me feel both better and worse at the same time.
Great visual. So extremely illustrative it's funny.
5 comments:
Never seen that quote before. It seems to be making me feel both better and worse at the same time.
Great visual. So extremely illustrative it's funny.
You've posted a wide mix of images here.
Good captured.Although this is very tough.
love this!
amen.
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