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.

Friday, 16 March 2012

With a Kiss for Albano Ruela and everybody else me inclusive

6 comments:

jbkrost said...

Superb!

TICTAC said...

excellent work!

Aaron Held said...

Awesome video, lots of sweet art work.

Honest Abe said...

Artwork is always interesting.

A.Decker said...

Dark, cool, and a really nice soundtrack.

Beijo right back atcha! ;-)

Ruela said...

thank you, very nice!