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.

Monday, 25 July 2011


"un espiritu libre no debe ser en esclavo"
(Roberto Rossellini)


un espiritu libre no debe ser en esclavo...
conceiving things in images western culture has to learn from the east
before it's too late

1 comment:

It'S aLiVe said...

The Madness and the Damage Done

was listening to this by SHINING
which turns out to be a worthwhile accompaniment.
you know my love, the days are just gonna keep getting weirder and weirder...good thing we "halve each other."|