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, 30 June 2011


oil on cavas, 
Jel Ena 2011


born of the same dark dirt
the work of a lonely god, bodies made for each other,
trapped in a garden.

one chose the soil, a decomposition,
to be reborn poorer each time.

desperately hungry
you chose the freedom of storms and
sanctuary in the blindness of night.
an appetite for the blood of life
and the song of demons
thriving on the fear of men.
revelling in the truth of lust.

as a son of adam you haunt my bed
a lithe container for sin
and rootless dreams.


Ruela said...

Welcome Jel Ena ;)

Great Start!!!

Mersault said...

Wow I love this, great, i mean excellent image and words!!!

Ruela said...

Welcome to Scott too!

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

Welcome both. Love the art.

CHM said...

uuuuuuuuuuuuu this is Jel Ena?.... very promising!

Todeskino said...

yes, LILITH, that's it! she bears a secret for everybody and nobody...

jbkrost said...

Yes... The Eyes have it, very nice work, glad to see a few more painters here!

manina31 said...

great entrance my dear friend!!<3

Jel Ena said...

thank you friends, so glad to be a part of this fantastic group! :)))