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, 9 June 2011

© Leïla Bloop by Albano Ruela "TOXIC LAND"

6 comments:

jbkrost said...

are you lookin at me!

doriandra said...

LOVE it!

Russell CJ Duffy said...

Reminds me of Iggy Pop.

Anonymous said...

Fantastic!

Methinks Leila coulda used one of those masks...or is she why the other one has it?

;-)

Ruela said...

thank you all!

yes, that's what I tought too C.J.


yes A.D. she use the mask too...

manina31 said...

our beautiful reality