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.

Thursday 14 July 2011

TROIKA

5 comments:

Coffee Messiah said...

I like it = Cheers!

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

TROIKA!!!!!Great Cristina:))))

Anonymous said...

I do not know "art", but I do know I like this...Seems very wll worked over and I quite a joy to take in...or, perhaps, to be taken in.

Ruela said...

TROIKA.........................

TICTAC said...

awesome Cristina!