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.
6 comments:
AWESOME!! great music too!
EXCELLENT!!!
Yes, AWESOME and EXCELLENT and !!!!!!
Feels like a harkening back to origins, and a celebration of emergence. Nice work.
Very Cool!!
You may have a career waiting for you!
Thank you TicTac, Mersault, A. Decker and jbKrost!
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Each time better Ruela. Exquisite
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