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.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

11-7-12



20"x16" oil on canvas

8 comments:

Aaron Held said...

At first glance it reminds me of winter. Excellent painting I like the melting effect.

A.Decker said...

A cold meltdown, yeah. Thanks Aaron.

Ruela said...

excellent, love it

jbkrost said...

Wild!
Try that one with graphite.

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

I see this and instantly think of Bjork and soon after Sigur Ros. It is like sculptured ice.

A.Decker said...

Thank you folks. The comments are appreciated.

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Brilliant. Love it

A.Decker said...

CHM,

Thank you. Thank you.