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, 12 May 2012

reality painting

7 comments:

TICTAC said...

beautiful how light paints your canvas with shadows...cool picture!

jbkrost said...

Life is an empty canvas, until you fill it up.

A.Decker said...

TICTAC,

Thank you! Kinda like 'found art.' Eh?

A.Decker said...

JB,

That's just too philosophical...

;-)

jbkrost said...

Yeah I know.... I need to stop that crap.

Aaron Held said...

haha,

Nice image here kinda like painting with shadows.

A.Decker said...

Aaron,

Thanks. Yeah, that'a what I thought.