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After long delay here is our annual roundup of the 20 most memorable pieces of urban art that were created in Los Angeles in 2023!

Shepard Fairey in Santa Monica

'Speak Like a Child' by El Mac x Kofie on West Third

'NWA' by Sef in Mid-City

‘The Spell’ by Nychos x Lauren YS in Historic South Central

'Friday' by Royyal Dog in Watts

Hans Valor in Mar Vista

Mark Worst in Boyle Heights

Speker at Santee Public Gallery in DTLA

Tristan Eaton in Glassell Park

Sloe in North Hollywood

Mister x Oldchild in East Hollywood

Tense in South El Monte

Hera x Lauren YS in Boyle Heights

Project spearheaded by Hex along with Siul, Reak, Rast and Morse, backed by the FX and STP crews

'I See You' by Pref in West Adams

Billboard takeover by Saute in Westside Village

Shane Grammer in North Hollywood

Wrdsmth in West Hollywood

Zoueh x Yanoe in Westlake

Behind movement there is stillness. Beneath chaos there is grace. Before matter there was mind unbound by time and space. Its thoughts were just like seeds that sowed their code where darkness reigned; bursting open at their seams they dreamed to learn what they contained. Genesis has many faces but it always starts the same. Darkness comes to light like a sleeping giant wakened; forming words on cosmic lips that ripple outward like a quake to say I am what I have always been. Composition and composer. The unfolding moment as told through two eyes a trillion times over over the course of overlapping lives. One story untold sides. Unfold anything you’ll find the whole inside. We all hail from the same soul temporarily divided; temporally confined behind walls we build with the sands of time inside our own minds to remind us how time flies. Close your eyes. A human being’s true colors aren’t the hues we hide behind; being human is a ride our spirit tries when stars align. Everything is one we just perceive the world in twos. But to exist is to be fused. When souls collide new cells arise so life might start anew. Duality is not a duel; The yin and yang’s a centrifuge that fades away to shades of gray as we move into the center’s truth. The eye of the storm as my witness all movement is born in the womb of stillness. Chaos is wooed into order imbued with the warm grace of light’s rapturous rays and from that matter rose the human mind bound in time and space. Its thoughts are just like flowers sprouting out from boughs of trees dreaming of forgotten roots inside the dark when they were seeds. They came and went like autumn leaves. We come and go like autumn leaves.