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:
thanx for the title Robert!
Très très Beau :-)))
very good work Ruela. Incredible the subtle energy of the dead and the vitalized mushroom
Alice sat here too long?
Merci Dodo!
CHM
Poison ;)
Mo
lol!
Wow. One of my favourite.
♥
Great image Ruela. I love the eroded, rubbed away feel.
thanx Anthony!
Most excellent
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