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.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

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6 comments:

A.Decker said...

Aaah! Talk about "in yer face!"

;-)

Excellent work. Quite disturbing yet oddly attractive. Like, I want to look away but can't.

Russell 'C.J.' Duffy said...

The maestro does it again!!!!

Ruela said...

thank you my friends
some wild exp.




glad to see you here C.J.
hope everything goes well with you.

X

Mersault said...

excellent ..., you work is always suprise

Ruela said...

thank you my dear!

Aaron Held said...

belongs in a nightmare!