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.

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

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5 comments:

Aaron Held said...

Awesome work, I really like the one with many faces its very creepy, they all seem like their an from alternate world.

CHM -Cristina Homem de Mello said...

brilliantly creepy

A.Decker said...

stunning array

TICTAC said...

noir and brilliant greatly put together...

Ruela said...

thanks all :)