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.
8 comments:
what can I say? EXTRAORDINAIRE
Remarkable artists by the outstanding memory of RUela
Thanx CHM! Glad you like it ;)
Great, I mean excellent Ruela!!!!
;))
have a nice day Mersault and thanx!
really very good work...!love the surrealism in each!
thank you tictac ;)
incredible work as always!
;)
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