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.

Friday 27 May 2011

© Robert Constant & Laurent by Albano Ruela

4 comments:

manina31 said...

two Gods that bring sweet Chaos..

Anonymous said...

Startling portraits. These cats should feel honored.

Ruela said...

;)


Thank you, they are here...

Lazare said...

Both are cool, but the upper one is amazing.