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, 11 May 2012

Water Drums


CHM -Cristina Homem de Mello said...


Aaron Held said...

I love this, one my favorite things ive seen in a while. reminds me of a project i did awhile ago with video art, and experimental tribal music.

Love the beat and images wonderful video art.