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.
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Saturday, 9 February 2013

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Sittin' On the Front Porch Gettin' Old



You're damned if you do; and if you don't...? 
5"x7" oil on canvas panel

Wednesday, 3 August 2011