When the wall disappears, the moment doesn’t have to. In 2019, during Art Basel Miami, I painted my first mural in the city. It wasn’t just another wall — it marked a turning point in my journey. That crocodile became part of Wynwood’s landscape. Thousands of people photographed it. It stood under the Miami sun, through humidity, rain and time. It became part of the memory of that place. Recently, the building was demolished. A follower tagged me in a video showing the wall coming down.

Watching it disappear was a reminder that nothing lasts forever — and maybe that’s part of the beauty of street art. It exists fully in the present. It belongs to the moment. And one day, it’s gone. This Archive Edition preserves that chapter as a physical piece of history.

Not as nostalgia, but as documentation. What once lived on a wall in Miami now lives in your hands.