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, 17 January 2012

Sin Tiempo

Sin tiempo por MansUnides


TICTAC said...

excellent video Ruela and for a very good cause.i like the image too very much.

Ruela said...

thank you my friend! yes it is!


CHM said...

great video and thanks for your in time collaboration for such a cause. The kid reminds me my child. He actually saw it and said-it's me

Ruela said...

thank you CHM!

a good cause indeed!
love to know that ;)

Anonymous said...

Great work. Shocking message. Good one.