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.
6 comments:
This is awesome, love your unique style/ideas, and your fascination with eyes.
also thought the the word/image play with disguise was definitely cool.
All is Maya.
:)
Brilliant TicTac - wouldn't expect less
love
many thanks my friends! cheers.
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