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 22 October 2011

The fun starts here...

3 comments:

jbkrost said...

Ruela...
WTF?
what kind of vitamins do you guys have there?
send some my way!

Oilsforfun said...

Congrats Ruela, you made it!
I love your grandiosity!
This is really fantastic!

Anonymous said...

Sir! Please, step away from the little blue pills!