where there's poetic art there is sadness
I prefer a sad world with art in it to
a world without sadness but empty without art
deprived of joys, woes, of poetry
aptc
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.
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Monday, 11 July 2011
tristeza
Etiquetas:
art,
avantgarde,
cine de la muerte,
cinéma de la mort,
cinema of death,
poetry,
sadness,
todeskino,
tristeza
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