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, 15 January 2012

undRess Béton - 'Gravity of Gestures'

5 comments:

Ruela said...

welcome back again J!

A.Decker said...

Yes. This had me headed toward Theta... Still wide awake though... I think...

Aaron Held said...

nice weaving of images i like the shadows, excellent video.

TICTAC said...

cool piece, love the title too!

undRess Béton said...

thank you ALL! X