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.
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Sunday, 26 February 2012
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Thursday, 23 February 2012
Monday, 20 February 2012
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Saturday, 18 February 2012
Friday, 17 February 2012
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
It lives...
When man invented fire, he didn't say, "Hey, let's cook." He said, "Great, now we can see naked bottoms in the dark."
~Coupling, "Inferno," 2 June 2000, written by Steven Moffat
Monday, 13 February 2012
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Thursday, 9 February 2012
The Flute of LAM
"To gaze into the eyes of this entity is to invite potent contact. One feels an immediate sensation of lightness, of weightlessness, and then a sensation of falling... of being sucked into a vortex...."
Kenneth Grant
credits
released 08 February 2012
Music by Babalith
Artwork by Babalith feat. Andreia Oliveira
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Sunday, 5 February 2012
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Friday, 3 February 2012
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