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.
9 comments:
LOOOOOVE IT, and LOVE IRYNA
This the best portrait of me I could ever imagine!!! I love it to bits. Do you mind if I use it as my avatar on Facebook?... or do you have other plans for it...
YES!!!!!!
adorable...!
Thank you all ;)
Iryna, glad you like it, yes you can...
Cher will have jealous of you ;)
Thos eyes. Those eyes! Ruela you nailed this one.
I might come back and say more about this beaut.
Must have more coffee...
lol! You have admire how hard Cher works at trying to look this good! I saw an interview with her taken about a month ago. Just one more facelift and cutting back on what little she eats and she'll get there.
This is also fetching!!
but I think Iryna has a much better complection...that Aussie sun will get ya
True, the Australian sun can play havoc with a dainty lady's complexion if you assume that she spend any time in it. My dainty complexion has been preserved. Just check online for embalming techniques. Oops! Don't pass this on, Jb! I can't let the cat out of the bag... Well, I could if I wanted to. Read as, "I WON'T let the cat out of the bag." Formaldehyde 4 EVA!
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