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.
8 comments:
LOVE IT, and love Jb :)))
;))
thank you!
hey...
who's that wirey guy with the hair?
its quite an honor to included in the "freinds portraits" series!
thanks
Nera...
your a doll!!
you look nice ;)
That is YOU JB!
Good one, Ruela!
OH very much JB like. I see him all over...his traces make his DNA
CHM...
I told ruela to keep it clean!!
can't avoid the DNA
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