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.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Mommy's Madness



Mommy's Madness

28"x34"
fluted sbs

5 comments:

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Yes! They are quite visible

jbkrost said...

I thought you could see them!

Ruela said...

wonderful!

Aaron Held said...

Horror movie like image, I could see this in those Italian horror films.

jbkrost said...

Ruela...
You Rock!

Aaron....
Yeah like those westerns, thanks