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, 14 October 2012




illusions.0ne

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6 comments:

Aaron Held said...

This is awesome, love your unique style/ideas, and your fascination with eyes.

Aaron Held said...

also thought the the word/image play with disguise was definitely cool.

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

All is Maya.
:)

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Brilliant TicTac - wouldn't expect less

Ruela said...

love

TICTAC said...

many thanks my friends! cheers.