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.
12 comments:
Impressive Ru...really
splendid serie Ruela! Splendid and the last one is just brutal. Love it
Great:)
Rather impressive stuff.
thank you all ;)
more coming...hope don't come moral censorships here ;)
really cool!
beautiful photos but you need some stronger chains, boy ;~)
thank you jbkrost!
Robert
Thank you!
Oh yes, but are very heavy to play ;)
Oh, I know :~)
That last photo is brilliant and I would like to won it and put it on my wall at home
It's yours my friend!
X
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You have my email. Send me an invoice!
This is wonderful
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