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.

Monday 16 May 2011

© kOLya by Albano Ruela & © Albano Ruela by kOLya

2 comments:

Robert said...

:~)

Ruela said...

My smile is a little black, black paint everywhere ;)