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.
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Like a Rosak spots of ink, hm, I see...
...is free!
Knowledge is a creature like anything else, like you and us. This is a picture I took while knowledge was staring at me. It eats mushrooms I believe, and used to be a butterfly on the distant past. From what I can tell, any butterfly that would hit you in the face while flying.
But all this talk aint nothing to do with knowledge, knowledge is the creature in the picture and it eats spiders, as I said before.
I will also post the butterfly, if you don't mind, so you can see what I'm trying to say. It will mean knowledge was a dream, and now it's just the texture of it. I know it from making love with the dead on the future.
Yes I like your work because it is evocative
:) Thank you Mersault. I feel your work exposes much, and it inspires me for it tells us so much of the modern world without any writting. It has been on my head.
I feel all the writing will become clouded till it's value is the lights and colors (as long as they are filled with sensation) that come out of it. At least it should (look at the murmurists, everything like a strange flesh murmuring from the back of our skulls. Maybe it's not so much about things as it is things themselves revolving with sound).
But then, when writing ceases to be of rational instruction, won't we finally understand what we see? For I believe we haven't yet. Our intellects were built from the blind.
A city is never really the place as long as all the streets are given a name. On the other hand your work seems to replace the ordered mental structure of words and their hierarquies with images, and then (on your previous works) you threw in the senses and a mixed in a physical digital pleasure, so people can inhabit it.
Well, but enough with my babbling... I'm tired of it ^^
Ruela, of that I'm not so sure hihi
Dear Babalith! (interesting name you have) You're right, you are not babbling you said this beautifully and eloquently. I agree, modern society is a society that operates through the images, a society that is broken and fragmented and has no identity. This is the main occupation in my works
From meaning to apsurdity lost in emptiness and pornography of real
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