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.

Thursday, 16 June 2011

© Alexandra, João by Albano Ruela

6 comments:

Mersault said...

Excellent :)))

Ruela said...

;)

the moon......

manina31 said...

and the food.. ;)

jbkrost said...

Yeah!!
translate please

A.Decker said...

Love it! The undead dreamer!


Re JB: Google trans. says it means "Here Lies" in Portuguese.

Ruela said...

;))


R.I.P.