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 15 August 2011

burning from the inside



7 comments:

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

GREAT!!!!!!

Ruela said...

;)

kiss ;)

jbkrost said...

Wild!!, Love it!

Coffee Messiah said...

Damn!
sorry, that's about all I can come up with! = Cheers!

leperson said...

a beautiful nightmare

TICTAC said...

impressive images.
:-)

Ruela said...

thank you all! Best Wishes!