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This video gives you a peek into our world and some of the rare "characters" we meet along the road.  From street art to the streets. Romantic Bicycle Rides in Wynwood to fights outside the club. This video is action packed and sure to leave you scratching your head saying..2square? WTF?

National Geographic Traveler took this picture in front of "The Dream is Know" located in Historic Cork Town in Detroit..

CLICK THIS LINK TO SEE THE STORY  http://travel.nationalgeographic.com/travel/city-guides/detroit-photos-traveler/#/02-detroit-gallery-imagination-station_46758_600x450.jpg 

H&R Block"s new commercial features a mural we painted on a building in Detroit "The Dream is Now." ..primetime baby..

Desperate times call for desperate measures.. Tell me my brother? What shall we do?....what will become of us? I know that more than 2 is now the sum of us? The rising sun... In the middle of the sea.. These things can not be held deep inside of you nor me... life under a microscope... When they look in my brother tell me what does a stranger see?..I see you and you see me.. Not just the possibility... This balancing is an act of agility...our talent feels more like an ability...to think and do... We may not have all of the answers yet brother but I think we have a clue.... Promises made by men in black? Yes sir we've had a few....amazing races... There is no outline to follow...only traces... will our feet again fall on foreign places?... Million dollar deals...these men are drunk at the mouth driving behind the wheel..maybe they don't know the Motto.. "Hi we're 2square and we fucking Keep it Real!" I swear brother my aim is so on point if I have to shoot then you know...I aim to kill....shit talking in our ears... We could get drunk of these empty promises if they came in beers...let's have another round on the suits...cheers....con men..conquest...this can't be a coincidence...whether a lion king, a pauper, a vagrant, or a prince...to the bowls of hell with them we shall fence.. A day or 2 left on the compound...no new money In the pocket... Man these molecules are starting to compound...we live so close to the edge it's confound...it's not that money makes the man... true it helps to pull together a business plan...indian warriors with dreamcatchers....yes this we may be....empty pockets... Big dreams at night still we see.. jv

This was a quick shoot in Miami outside "Found" by http://www.wearisrex.com/ check out their cool hats, shirts, and jewelry...

This is a wall from Romantic Writers in Miami. For more pics from this series check out our graffiti portfolio and Romantic Writers volume 1.

From this day forward may we live on in infamy.. The music in my ears is a beautiful symphony... these words find new meaning... working on "this" definition can be exhausting...maybe I've been reading in to deep myself...I'm sure Webster could give me a word.. or "she" could....But who wants to cheat? Cheaters never win...cheating games.. cheating odds.. These bikes are tricked out.. Still the fucking brakes don't work...  the notes move on...as do the posts... as do the days and years..Weaving down the road...Erratically... Black silhouettes jumping curbs.... "Please update this wall"...too much time spent painting a town red...red books....red pumps.... The red shoe diaries...some red horns... complete with A little red devil on the shoulder... A subtle change....be careful these dreams form reality.. A reality life. In the real world....but what happens when you  "keep it real?" Do people really care to hear? Or hope? Or dream? What the Fuck is reality anyways? Not the "tv".. Not "the" reality.. But The reality of the situation is?.....can you generate some hits? Nothing near the mainstream... Just a reflection in a mirror.. But mirrors break.. Images too..some images can't be true...this can't be you...someone pinch me quick.. My dear... This can't be you...if this is my last breath of life let it be the truest...to myself... To you... Free words can still hold value...maybe a hint of nutrition....brain food? yum yum....fucking eat it up... Food for thought... let this food settle.... And as the freedom from hunger rings.. one ring...2 rings....next thing you know it's a 3 ring circus..some Barnum and Bailey type of shit.... Now your lost in the circle...going around.. And round... Still the reality is?... Your still not whole... 2 parts in a big puzzle... We all know picking up the pieces can be a little puzzling.. Ecpecially when your busy looking at the ground..following the imaginary line... between right wrong../jv

Step into 2square's American tour home a 1960's Shasta check out the luxury in the new crib. Living large in the at Recycle Here in Detroit. Follow them as they take you on a private tour of some of the murals painted in Detroit.

Carol,

My New World Explorations have taken me from the top of the states to the bottom.. I wish i could say I’m directly across from you but i fear that I am somewhere in between.. or at least according to the map open in front of me now... if my calculations hold true it would take me at least 14 days to reach you by ship...the Miami sand that surrounds my feet is fine and silky... much like the curve of your hip...life has brought me many miles since we last sat together and looked out at this ocean..only facing the opposite way...i wonder now do you sit out at this same water pondering these ideas as i do?... i have taken out my anchor and cast it .. we have found a makeshift home here.. for now and for the time being... the city surrounding us is vibrant with life.. as am i.. the amount of energy i’m channeling through my hands is explosive.. surely you will feel it if i am ever allowed to touch you again.. i still have no idea what tomorrow will bring.. or even if it will ever come...my life is on fast forward.. in an awkward slow motion.. i hope that translates well.. everyday is still a hustle.. art, life, survival, perseverance, endurance,... either i’m rounding a corner or i just boxed one out..still your the only thing i ever go back to look at.. sometimes for a few minutes.. sometimes for just a second or 2.. a beautiful symphony now plays in my ears as i write this to you.. do you hear the same music as you read? new goals have been set.. and are further off in the distance... We have placed return to Europe or go to Brazil and Argentina at the top of our list.... i guess only time will tell which one will win.. as of now both are being contemplated...I have.. We have... “Found” a good place here in Miami.. it will be hard to leave...i’m “trying”.... to be open... in a strange closed off kind of way... 3 or 4 months is a long time for us to stay in one place.. maybe a lifetime at this point... riders approach... maybe they lack your finesse... or i lack the enthusiasm... still they give way or i give way.. but thats the same story.. i don’t have to waste your time telling you in this letter...the paint is starting to get paid for.. and our work is beginning to be commissioned... whenever we need or want for something we will it into our lives... the power of thought is increasing in dollars as much as my own common sense.. still there are few cents to spare... commissioned or not... i have fallen in love with this city.. just the same as i have with many before it.. and i you.. i fear when i leave it will break a piece of my heart just the same as when i left you...still we must continue down the road.. painting and having exhibitions as we travel.. pushing ourselves harder.. as we push ourselves further down the road... everyday is different.. bringing a different cast of characters... as we cast our net farther out in to the sea.. my love.. my lady.. may you sleep well.. and stay healthy.. as my thoughts for you are still as deep as a well...jv

The newness of you faded like clothes in the wash... much the same as freshness of London and all the other cities cycled to many times...Once so vibrant and beautiful... Bright orange and red hues... mixed with a few dark undertones...It’s easy to be sentimental... the need to be touched or worn...like anything left in the closet on a hanger for to long.... now the stitching that held tightly like our bodies is worn.. separation began after a few quick wears... lost in the fabric of time.. like a forgotten name.. or a wilted flower.... this looks endless... Where’s the happy ending?.. subtle hints or signs... please don’t walk ahead when we walk together....after all we aren’t then in fact walking together...but rather walking alone..jv