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, 2 February 2013

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5 comments:

Russell Duffy said...

All the things I like. Witty, creative and less than respectful.
Good.

Ruela said...

love it!

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Love it too, and Rusell just said it all
You funny mind....

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Love it too, and Rusell just said it all
You funny mind....

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...
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