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.

Sunday, 31 July 2011

© Vanessa Agudo by Albano Ruela

4 comments:

manina31 said...

soooo beautiful!!!

Mersault said...

excellent again Ruela :)))

Ruela said...

;)

thank you!

Coffee Messiah said...

Very nice - you're on quite the roll with these! = Cheers!