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.

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Those who know and understand see only what's great about you.



7 comments:

Aaron Held said...

Awesome message Ruela.

Mersault said...

Love it Ruela:))

Ruela said...

thank you my friends!


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jbkrost said...

Weird and wonderful!

CHM said...

Grandiose, the message and beyond

A.Decker said...

Bold aesthetics, brilliant point.

Ruela said...

thank you all!
"That's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind"