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.

Saturday, 20 August 2011


Poem by Scott Reeves
Painting by Manina Koudounis
Music and voice by Ross Ackerman Akaman
Video by Ruela


CHM said...

This one is excellent in colors, composition of movement with sound. Shadows and repetition of shadows within the rhythm of your creation.
Excellent Ruela and Manina

Mersault said...

Briliant ,I agree with Cristina

Ruela said...

thank you both ;)


TICTAC said...

excellent! great to watch, read and listen to...kudos to both! cheers