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.

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

pxnk not dead


Berlin/Camino El Vergel, Valparaiso, Chile


4 comments:

Ruela said...

cool :)

A.Decker said...

Valparaiso Rocks! ;-)

jbkrost said...

A,
this looks like it should be a minimal canvas!
good eye!

A.Decker said...

JB,

Thanks. And yeah, that's kinda the idea behind me capping it, but something other than ideas seems to be leading the creative urge these days...