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.
15 comments:
Wow! That's really very nice!
thank you :)))))
beautiful ;)
It is almost as if that elegant femme has just pulled the veil back on ALL that jazz which sorrounds her.
Quite the rainbow of surprises. Thank you for sharing.
thank you:)))
fine work!!
attack of the 50 foot woman!
how is this done (paint,digital?)
thanks,
it is combination pencil sketch and digital
Beautiful and sensual. Magic. Love it too Mersault
Thank you darling Cristina :)))
As I am able to print posters at various sizes I now have this on my desk at work.
Awwwww!!!!!
Feels good to my eyes and mind.
Thank you A.Decker
:)))
poetic!!
Thanks Manina :)))
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