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.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

© Mark Viner by Albano Ruela

10 comments:

CHM said...

love it Ruela!

CHM said...

when you gonna do mine?

Mersault said...

This is great!!!!

Ioannis Passalis said...

If I only everyone had a face like this.

Ruela said...

thank you all ;)


CHM, I need your photo...send me by mail

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

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.

CHM said...

oh yes, that's what I thought!

Ruela said...

yes C.j. I'm working on that ;)
thanx!

manina31 said...

when Ruela means business..

Ruela said...

;)