Muffin Milk‘s Creative Director/Lead Designer ThirdEyeTrue aesthetically stitching together styles on styles, and as a street artist he is tried and true, spray-painting street brilliant pyramids and the all seeing eye across the urban jungle of New York City. Open your eyes and take a closer look at some of his street work below.

Greg Mike took to his blog to announce the recent completion of his latest mural. Known for his collaborations with brands such as Freddy Jones and artists like Donnis, this time the Atlanta based artist and designer collaborated with New Belgium Brewery for a vibrant mural outside their space in the Little Five Points area of Atlanta.

I wrapped up collaboration mural with the folks from NEW BELGIUM BREWERY today in the Little 5 Points district of Atlanta. I have always been a fan of their beverages so it was great when they reached out and wanted to collaborate on a piece in my hometown. – GREG MIKE

Greg also hinted at an upcoming video depicting the process of the mural. Can’t wait to watch, until then take a closer look at images of the final piece below.

Dear Troy Davis,

You’re not the first person that was in a less than perfect situation. Thirty years before your conviction, they would have lynched you on spot and asked questions later. In a way, you should be grateful. Four appeals and twenty years later, you are just now seeing death. That’s unheard of; especially for a black man that allegedly shot a cop in America. So, really in the final hours before your death, you shouldn’t have been counting minutes until lethal injections, you should have been counting stars that you made it this far in an institution designed to have you shaking on a cold metal platform, foamy mouthed six months after the judgment was made. Troy, you are a blessed man.

Don’t you dare hold resentment with the mother in the afterlife either! Can you really blame her? She thinks you killed her son and she waited twenty years to see you suffer like her son did, and when the time finally comes, she’s confronted with thousands of people trying to delay the situation. That little, old lady just wants peace of mind. Your ended life just so happened to be what she needed to get gain that sanity. I know you had dreams, aspirations, and hopes. Living probably was the main one, but dreams are often deferred and American dreams are often combated.
American dreams are balanced out with just as many American nightmares. Once upon a time, a mother killed her child and got away with it. Once upon a time, children were blown up in a church during Sunday school. Once upon a time, religious zealots crashed into two buildings and killed thousands of innocent people. Once upon a time, a sadistic serial killer lived to see it all. There are plenty of these grim fairy-tales and the latest is just yours, Troy. The story of the man that might have killed a cop, but got executed though it wasn’t quite solidified beyond a reasonable doubt that he did it. Well, we know your innocent, but you’re lawfully, I have to say we’re doubtful of the situation.

The scariest part of this is the ‘what if’ factor for us. The idea that a man died behind a crime he did not commit is the most horrific injustice that appeals to the selfish fear we all have in us all. If you, with thousands upon of thousands of people rallying around your last cinch efforts for freedom, couldn’t get justice; why would we expect justice to prevail for any of us given the same circumstances? If America wants you dead, you’re dead. This makes the mantra, “we are Troy Davis!” that much less a declaration of justice, but a reminder that we’re all in moral limbo to our justice system. We’re all simply just marching and chanting in purgatory, hoping (and blindly) waiting for the next sacrificed lamb.

Your family and everyone rallying in your corner could use this as a catalyst to highlight why the death penalty is probably the most barbaric type of contradiction that Americans could support and use to punish the bloody hands in our lifetime. Of course, that would be ideal, but the funny thing about time is that it heals all wounds, even the unjust ones.

I’m sure they don’t have the Internet in Heaven, but I’m even surer they do have it in Hell. Either way, don’t log onto anything. People are scared and confused, so they resort to painting this with the hand of racism, classism and nonchalance, Troy. They know not what they do. They’re just as scared that just as easily they slid the needle into your arm in the stark, white room they could be next. Why not? This is America. Which by now, I’m pretty confident is ancient Latin for ‘anything goes’. So, don’t let the short-lived ignorance fill your head with the thought that you might have been through this all in vain.

I guess, I’m writing this letter to really thank you. Thanks for making the world seem that much smaller, time seem that much faster, making America seem that much more brutal, making people (even for a second) remember that compassion and justice shouldn’t just be ideals, and thanks for showing us that bravery, unity and life is natural; it’s fear that is manufactured.

Sincerely yours,

WYSIWYG, is a site specific installation in Weimar, Germany created by visual artist Anthony Antonellis. In his previous Shapeshifters, the public paintings were slipped between the wall and the graffiti, in WYSIWYG the painting is slipped between the reflection and the reflected.

Pretty neat right? Here’s what Anthony had to say about the installation:

On Coudraystrasse in Weimar there are two modern buildings across from each other, the MFPA building and the CIB building. On the front of the MFPA is a large vector-like graphic artwork by local artist Klaus Nerlich; on the opposite side of the street the mirror-tinted glass of the CIB façade reflects back the MFPA building and Nerdlich’s image. I placed a painting directly behind one of the window panes of the CIB building; the content of the painting is the exact image of the reflection on that particular pane of glass. The image solidifies as single reflected perspective; as a painting, the work first remixes a sample of Nerlich’s work, and then is presented in a way which causes another direct interaction based on the new reflection. The glass overlay on the painting causes visual distortion which changes depending on the distance and direction from the painting, the obstacles obstructing the view, and the changes in daylight. Ultimately the work is constantly remixing that pane of glass. It simultaneously duplicated and remixes, stabilizes and distorts a reflection where each photograph or video of results in a different image of the work.

“A wall is a very big weapon. It’s one of the nastiest things you can hit someone with.” — Banksy

Ever the prolific wordsmith, Banksy hit it on the nail, no pun intended, with the above quote. And with that said The Wynwood Walls are Miami’s best weapon. Imagine wall after wall featuring murals by the best in Street Art. Shepard Fairey, FAILE, AIKO, Ron English, Os Gemeos, Space Invader and many more artists have created walls and pieces that people the expansive visual art garden.

The Wynwood Walls is located on NW 2nd Ave in the Design District of Miami. If you’re down for Art Basel, you don’t want to miss this. They’ll be having a pop-up shop all through the weekend.

All walls are great if the roof doesn’t fall

Art is everywhere in Miami. And with Art Basel this week the city is turned out by artists and art enthusiasts worldwide. A simple trip to see a friend DJ at Awarehouse Gallery turned into a beautiful surprise quickly when we bumped into the world’s largest street level mural installation The Kohn Compound

Firstly, the beat finds us…

Then the Art takes our mind…

This the part where we go too far down the rabbit hole…

Wake up dreaming and happily stumble into another gorgeous day. Shock white sand set against shimmering multihued blue water and a true blue dream of a sky. Can we fly?

Highway 98 runs from the Redneck Riviera of Panama City Beach through the notably fancier Destin and then beyond to Pensacola, along the Florida Panhandle. Just off 98 in the area between P.C. and Destin, Scenic Highway 30-A transcends the rest of the Sunshine State in Southern serenity.

Here, Santa Rosa boasts the Artists at Gulf Place: eight local artists in one fabulous location, each with a mini-gallery of their own. Grayton Beach has a post-hippie, beachcomber vibe that has been up-marketed while remaining artsy and mostly mellow. Blue Mountain Beach, Seagrove Beach and Seacrest Beach are all home to local artists clearly influenced by the vibrant tropical color and historically laidback lifestyle of the Gulf of Mexico.

The largest spectacle along 30-A, Seaside is where the Jim Carrey movie The Truman Show was filmed as emblem of prefab bubble life. The galleries there often cater to that immaculate perfection conception. While viewing the sunset from a rooftop bar is the biggest show of contrasting color in town, tourists do buy fine art in Seaside.

Founded in 1995 and to the farthest east on 30-A, Rosemary Beach is the vision of aesthete city planners and acclaimed architects-as-artists. Amidst Rosemary’s densely packed urban pan-Caribbean housing, several smart art spaces thrive.

Sarah Elizabeth’s solo show at Amavida, entitled “Subliminal,” uses mixed media and vivid color to suggest a blessed state of being and the power of our thoughts to create beauty. In a gallery of her name across the square, Allison Wickey uses Venetian plaster on wood to display layers of lightly colored vision. My favorite piece of hers was a blue bird of free flight. The Hidden Lantern Gallery is attached to, yet separated from The Hidden Gallery Bookstore – both brand new cultural favorites in Rosemary. A pointillism show dotted the eyes of my wife and I, after I had discussed travel writing, transcendental meditation and the merits of classic literature with the friendly bookstore proprietor. Life is an art in Rosemary Beach.

Travel to 30-A refreshes, and we vow to return annually to this lost highway found, where a valid oceanic art community cloisters next to the finely sun-baked seashore.

“Love” [luhv]:

1. A term alluding to an all-knowing source that we need not know how to define; for, attempting to do so leads us farther astray from being in its presence or it being in ours.

2. An infinite abstraction of articulate ambiguity to which the lips learn to interpret as they please

3. Something that, in order to fulfill, must satisfy not just one, but all of the senses

4. The truth of man; the blessing of existence; the He, She, and It whose notion needn’t be solely confined to the physical form but universally outstretched

5. An unconsciousness in the voice of the heart replacing that of the mind

爱:  kærlighed: l’amour: حب: Liebe: αγάπη: ्यार: любовь: Amore: LOVE

“Love” can be preached by anyone or anything really, but only is it a truth when  stripped of its practical form and practiced in its naked incarnation. One must know and recognize love, embody its force within himself, before extending it to another. He grows to maintain such a feeling, express it through his words and actions, never cease its outward flow. He loves and receives love in return, accepting the rest as branches stemming from its body.

In the streets of Sao Paulo, Brazil, we meet the narrator of a true love story. Dread locked and spray paint covered stands street artist and painter Zeh Palito. His message is spoken in the tongue of Love, recognized out of its usual context; less “Love Below” than it is “One Love,” more Ziggy Marley than Sade. Zeh Palito: leader of the pilgrimage to a people united, awaken-er of Peace, Happiness, Oneness, and yes- even unicorns. Father of the Love movement, Palito exists to spawn a widespread contagion as many hands join together in many territories to extend the practice of his Word, The Word of The People.

From Sao Paulo to Brooklyn to Africa, his work can be spotted on building sides, gallery walls, and tee shirts as well. His style presents a fantasy-like characteristic- of course, topped with the vital ingredient of Love. Palito is a kid at heart, blessed with the gift of organic artistry to which he utilizes in its universal magnetism and ability to assemble a community. He speaks in beautiful metaphors and color juxtapositions alike, but fundamentally Zeh Palito just wishes to speak to the heart.

Known for his subversive re-branding ad campaigns which find the Brooklyn-based artist re-contextualizing existing corporate ads all over the world, Specter’s work is as much about the visual as where the visual is placed. Found objects, and even pre-existing artwork is not safe from becoming part of Specter’s next wall piece. Take a closer look at Specter’s work below.

Aakash Nihalani‘s street art work consists of mostly isometric rectangles and squares. The Brooklyn based artist selecticly places these graphics around New York to highlight the unexpected contours and elegant geometry of the city itself. For however brief, the artist is offering viewrs a chance to step into a different New York than they are used to seeing. This momentary escape from routine is needed. “People need to understand that how it is isn’t how it has to be,” the artist explains in his artist statement. Take a closer look at Aakash’s work below.

I’ve been telling you guys to pay attention to your surroundings for a while now. It’s not as expensive as those Yeezy’s you’ve been fawning over and it just may save your life. Case in point, I walked past this installation on Nelson Street in the Castleberry Hills Art District in Atlanta almost everyday as I went to work on my mural for this year’s Art, Beats & Lyrics urban art showcase.

The piece struck me instantly. Inspiration comes swiftly these days. As I tirelessly worked on mine a few blocks down, they did the same. Created by The Sunday Southern Art Revival, the large scale piece covered the entire window front. Click here for more on the art collective and their upcoming projects.

We encounter madness on a daily basis, hopeful that clarity will soon emerge. The veil between us and the rest leaves us isolated and our vision, cloudy. It’s a funny thing when we slightly alter our perception and come to the realization that the rest is merely an extension of ourselves.

Ironically, this is when everything seems to synchronize. We humans are the remnants left to make sense of it all, this universal clutter. Regardless of medium, left or right brain related, the manifestation of our thought process all falls under the same categorization: A-R-T.

I cannot reiterate enough the complexity of art, for art is life. Art is our being and our thought process. Art is the way in which we convey our insides to the outside world. Whether it be via words, music, clothing, or even the energy we emit on a daily basis, the aesthetics of our actions deem each individual a living and breathing art piece.

Even higher than so is that of which we find in our surroundings. And not just in a visual sense, but emotional as well. The radiance we find in a palm that compliments that of our own or the dampness of our toes in the wet sand. We are art and art is us.

Apply this to your daily actualities and open the doors into the creative mind. See as though your third eye is peeled. Step into a new existence.