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.
Saturday 11 June 2011
My Playground
My Playground
26"x 11"x 4"
lost and found objects behind tinted plexiglass
4 comments:
Ha, ha this is great, love this :)))
cool ;)
Thanks guys!!
I don't do enough of these, but one's waiting completion in my basement
This is really good. Yeah, more please!
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