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.

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Homage to Ruela




7 comments:

Ruela said...

Greatttttttttttttttttttt!

Thank you, I look very nice!

Ruela said...

you did the first one?

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Yes I did and the other one is graffiti on the wall in some empty place.
he really looks like you don¨t you think

;)

Ruela said...

Love it!

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

;)

Oilsforfun said...

Oh very good counterpart

Robert said...

I like these two