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, 16 February 2012

Enrico Memento (Zaro mi Luz)

4 comments:

TICTAC said...

love the visual presentation and the music...really cool!

undRess Béton said...

thank you very much! Glad you like it!

CHM said...

Love it too

Aaron Held said...

great dark images