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, 26 February 2012

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5 comments:

Honest Abe said...

Looks like something Dante would have incorporated in his hellish themes. lol

Ruela said...

thank you very much!

A.Decker said...

Domination, anyone?

Ruela said...

hahaha! lol!

Aaron Held said...

I seen something like this in a movie so creepy, love it ruela.another thing that belongs in nightmares!