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 9 February 2013

Muladhara Club

come on in
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24"x30" oil on canvas

6 comments:

Ruela said...

great!

Anonymous said...

Danke! ;-)

Russell CJ Duffy said...

The best.

Anonymous said...

Humble thanks, CJ.

Oilsforfun said...

wonderful
strong
explosive momentum

Anonymous said...

CHM,

Nice words. Thank you.