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

Should be yesterday


5 comments:

Ruela said...

love it :)

Russell Duffy said...

I would seriously pay good money for this. I know I have said this before but it remains true. This is sooooo good.

TICTAC said...

great work Cristina!

Oilsforfun-Cristina Homem de Melo said...

Thank you...you all are part of my inspiration
Not bad, I also think

A.Decker said...

Should be yesterday, exactly. Nice job.