👩🎨 @myrtilletibayrenc 📍 Rose 🌹 Hotel 🏨 Bangkok 🇹🇭 #thailand First mural I found yesterday as I explored the Silom area. Further research on this mural indicates there was controversy surrounding the original piece (last two photos,) so it was changed to deer 🦌… From artist’s IG page: the original piece with nude men.
I personally wish the first rendition would have remained. Interesting to learn, though, the kind of public art that gets censored here…
OLIAS is a Bangkok-based street artist and muralist, best known for dreamlike figurative murals that mix myth, memory, and quiet emotion rather than overt political statements or hard graffiti lettering.
MUEBON (มือบอน / “Mue Bon”) is a Bangkok-based Thai street artist from Thailand’s early generation of street-art writers, working across murals, painting, installation, and mixed media.
He’s best known for a signature “bird” character—a big-eyed, black, flightless-looking bird (often in a cap/striped shirt), painted in a clean, cartoon-real hybrid style. A lot of pieces feel playful at first glance, then land with a social or environmental punch.
Profiles and galleries describe him as raised in Thonburi, later earning a fine-arts degree (2005), and building a reputation as one of Asia’s more prolific street artists.
I love murals like this in transit zones—because nobody “goes” to see them. You just… inherit them. Art as a sidewalk ambush. A reminder that Bangkok isn’t only temples and rooftops—it’s also concrete, shade, leaves, and long corridors where people pass…the wall, each other…
Sometimes I think I’ve spent a lot of my life chasing “meaning” like it’s a destination. Like if I just get to the right city, the right job, the right person, the right version of myself, I’ll finally arrive at this neat little truth: Here. This is it.
And I’m here, in Bangkok, moving through it, feeling existential and tender and strange, like my soul is trying to learn a new language.
Because once you start seeing the remarkable in the seemingly unremarkable, you can’t unsee it.
The streets become paragraphs.
The train platforms become chapters.
The strangers become mirrors.
Every city becomes a kind of moving meditation, even when it’s messy and loud and you’re sweating through your clothes.