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

Little fish big fish

5 comments:

Mo said...

Very cool

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

Great Cristina!!!

Ruela said...

Like it!!!!

jbkrost said...

cool!!
you should check out PJ Harvey..
simular sound

manina31 said...

not just cool,super trippy effect on me,really powerful!