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.
7 comments:
Like Maya Deren...LOOOVE it
uuuuuuuuuuuuu reminds me of "Buñel"
yes, the grittiness and dirtiness of the organic combined the the shiny clean metal of a tool that pierces something! Very Buñuel
Mersault
A little bit :)
CHM and Robert
this is fun...I notice that too before open this box...
thanx!
Minha "seriedade" ainda impede que de maneira literal, eu transcreva o que penso. Oh lá lá.
Obrigado Cris ;)
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