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, 26 September 2011

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8 comments:

Mersault said...

LOVE IT, EXCELLLLENT!!!

CHM said...

Splendid Ruela, the color, the movement of life, the chain of events, the freedom of being enchained, the power of MAN...just splendid

.:. said...

I'm Free~!!!!!!
THank you for the lovely truth revealed in picture.
The word is Exhausted.

Ruela said...

thank you very much to all!



Freedom...

jbkrost said...

Hey..
nice work..
ever feel like your in a chain-gang?

Ruela said...

hahaha!

Thanx my friend!

Coffee Messiah said...

Nothing to add, but symbolic in its simplicity! = Cheers!

TICTAC said...

born to be free...
:-)



great pic!