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.

Friday, 3 June 2011

© Jel Ena by Albano Ruela

10 comments:

manina31 said...

your brilliant mind comes out loud and clear!!

Ruela said...

thank you, you're very kind Manina!
have a nice weekend ;)

jbkrost said...

She's lovely!
(available?)

Oilsforfun said...

well all this friends of yours can only be amazed by your work!
Splendid portraits Ruela!!!!

Ruela said...

Thank you Jb and CHM!

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Lovely hair and that thing in her hands.

Great again Ruela!!!

Ruela said...

;)

Thank you!


Mother Atomic Heart!

Russell CJ Duffy said...

Beautiful lady. Fine image.

Anonymous said...

Wow again! {{shudder}} ;-)

Good job.

Ruela said...

thank you C.J and A.D.