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 19 December 2011

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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yeah! Beautiful!

Ruela said...

thank you A.

Mersault (Nera B.) said...

More than beautiful, i admire your work :)))))))

jbkrost said...

Yeah..!!
good stuff

Ruela said...

Mersault, thank you X

;)

Ruela said...

thanx Jb!

Anonymous said...

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Great work Albano & Ross!

Ruela said...

thanx Iryna!