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.

Saturday, 16 June 2012

Aleksandra Đokić - The Short Story Of Love / Visual Art - Albano Ruela

1 comment:

Aaron Held said...

Love is very short but do any of us really experience real true love? Great collaboration!