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.

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

© Amby Christina by Ruela


Aaron Held said...

All these pictures you've done of people are awesome! very dark lots of texture. fits perfectly with Discharge decor.

jbkrost said...

Love it!
haunting and repulsive

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