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.
8 comments:
At first glance it reminds me of winter. Excellent painting I like the melting effect.
A cold meltdown, yeah. Thanks Aaron.
excellent, love it
Wild!
Try that one with graphite.
I see this and instantly think of Bjork and soon after Sigur Ros. It is like sculptured ice.
Thank you folks. The comments are appreciated.
Brilliant. Love it
CHM,
Thank you. Thank you.
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