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.

Monday 18 April 2011

Enchained Emotions





12 comments:

Laurent Fièvre said...

Impressive Ru...really

Oilsforfun said...

splendid serie Ruela! Splendid and the last one is just brutal. Love it

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Great:)

Inconsequential said...

Rather impressive stuff.

Ruela said...

thank you all ;)

more coming...hope don't come moral censorships here ;)

jbkrost said...

really cool!

Robert said...

beautiful photos but you need some stronger chains, boy ;~)

Ruela said...

thank you jbkrost!

Ruela said...

Robert

Thank you!


Oh yes, but are very heavy to play ;)

Robert said...

Oh, I know :~)

That last photo is brilliant and I would like to won it and put it on my wall at home

Ruela said...

It's yours my friend!

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Robert said...

!!!
You have my email. Send me an invoice!
This is wonderful