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.

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Incubation

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6 comments:

CHM said...

heart beating.....hummmm hummmm hummmmm

A.Decker said...

Good stuff!

Aaron Held said...

Awesome Ruela! Hey did you make that sweet photo of me for the D7 site, could you send it to my facebook?

Ruela said...

ok Aaron ;)

murmurists said...

As ever, my friend Ruela - thanks and respect. Your films kill me every time x

Ruela said...

thanx my friend! X