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.
10 comments:
love it Ruela!
when you gonna do mine?
This is great!!!!
If I only everyone had a face like this.
thank you all ;)
CHM, I need your photo...send me by mail
The whole range of these wild and wonderfully weird portraits are fantastic. I see that you have been re-creating everyones image on D7 which I really like too. Everyone should have their D7 photos manipulated by King Ruela.
oh yes, that's what I thought!
yes C.j. I'm working on that ;)
thanx!
when Ruela means business..
;)
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