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.

Monday, 5 November 2012

Hidden Jewel


Digital Photo

5 comments:

TICTAC said...

sometimes somewhere a hidden treasure appears in the eye of the camara! beautiful shot!

Aaron Held said...

Sweet capture, definitely a treasure. I always look for the detailed art on buildings and I like how those branches creep in to the shot.

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

Whenever I walk around London I look up to see what unnotticed secrets are in the architecture. Lovely shot. I too like the dried creepers clinging to the brick work.

A.Decker said...

Jewel indeed. Great shot.

jbkrost said...

Thanks Guys!!
Hope everyone is well!