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, 27 October 2012

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7 comments:

Ruela said...

beautiful!

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

These 'eye' images are quite startling. It feels as if we are not only seeing but being observed and all from our own perspective. Excellent.

Aaron Held said...

Awesome creation, love the eyes in your art.

TICTAC said...

many thanksRuela, CJ, Aaron... :-)


Aaron, looks like i'm a bit obsessed with eyes :-) a part from them being an amazing startling mechanism, i love all their other more or less implicit meanings.

cheers

Aaron Held said...

Me too they are so beautiful, in fact I made a giant eyeball mask/helmet out of papier mache for Halloween!

A.Decker said...

Yes.

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

extremely nice and tictac