this is the mural that started everything. painted during lockdown when the world stopped and walls became the only canvas that mattered. tropical leaves in grayscale — a reminder that growth happens even in the darkest times.
every line was hand-painted, every shadow mixed on site. no projector, no stencils. just a wall, some paint, and the need to create something that felt alive when everything else felt frozen.
this pattern now lives inside the word "murals" itself — a ghost of where it all began, visible only to those who look close enough to see it.