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.

Sunday 10 March 2013

one way or another, when we meet one day there could be an explosion!


5 comments:

Oilsforfun said...

Fun + tastic

Ruela said...

haha!

TICTAC said...

:-))) love it!

Anonymous said...

Can we have hamburgers now?

Ruela said...

lol! haha!