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.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

A popular misconception


CHM said...

great great music Ruela and love the journey where the birds share their way
amazing crosses, no one around but you

TICTAC said...

i really enjoyed the trip...i saw it twice. excellent choice of music too. great Ruela!

Ruela said...

;) thank you both!