On a sleepy Sunday afternoon in London, the air thick with the smell of spray paint and adrenaline, Muretz and Voyder made their way along the train tracks. Voyder laid down ghostly outlines for the melting letters while Muretz brought to life the creatures to interact with them. Their distinct styles collided and harmonized on the grimy walls.
As the sun began to dip low, casting long shadows across their canvas, they stepped back to roll a cigarette. The wall pulsing with the odor of paint – a testament to the power of disregard for the rules. Packing up their cans, Muretz and Voyder exchanged a fist bump before melting back into the city, leaving behind not just a mural, but a story that would be told in hushed tones by other artists and admired by commuters for weeks.