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, 5 August 2012

The Book of Wisdom


Aaron Held said...

Really cool image and colors

Bitch said...

Interesting blog..
Interesting images!!!

Ruela said...

that's cool!

damien, der Gute said...

Interesting collage - I think I've got an idea now..

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