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.

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Step 1 and Done!


Ruela said...


A.Decker said...

Zany. And that's about my level of prep also. ;-)

Pete Hoge said...

Checking back in here after a long time away. Glad to see such great
imagery and work in this collective
is still being posted.

TICTAC said...

great quickcomictoon!
a do-it-yourself that is portable too, so we can be ready anytime..:-)
nice to see you back Aaron!