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:
What can I say Ruela? This series are just one of your best works that I've seen.
Good good good quality!
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Thank you very much CHM!
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Spectacular! Covers a lot of ground in terms of 'fields of artistic endeavor,' all blended seamlessly, naturally. Very well done!
thank you very much A.
I adore this :)
Thanx Mersault ;)
Yeppp!!
This is good, too, like the one you posted on facebook that I said was poetry
thanx both!
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