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May 11Liked by Lisette Murphy

It was a pleasure to join last week. Catching up on your newsletters...delightful to see how your flowers tremble and flow.

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🙏🏼💐🙏🏼 thank you! I’m definitely going through a growth spurt with my painting! I tend to be slowwww while I test and synthesize info - then fast fast fast with new forms once something clicks. I had been so frustrated with my acrylic flowers on canvas— loving the effect I was starting to get with airbrush mischtech but constantly dealing with bad air compressors or clogged nozzles or dry paint, start stopping - I was totally out of flow and finally put all those canvases in the closet. As soon as I did I was like. Oh! I LOVE working on paper. I LOVE working in watercolor. Go with that!!

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But- real talk: there is the Art School voice in my head that says “Works on paper aren’t as valuable. Don’t waste your time”. Isn’t that a sinister voice???????? I hated this hierarchy in school. The oil painters were royalty in light filled studios, the folks that worked on paper were “crafty” aka lesser. Heaven forbid you were an “illustrator”. (Let alone an animation major!— we were the cockroaches crawling around in the basement!) I hadnt realized just how much I had internalized the oppressor around working on paper, which is my preference and love. So honestly, I think the vibration and flow is what freedom looks like. 🎉💐🎉

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Airmisch, wow. Sounds tricksy, with those clognozzles. I've not gotten into the airgame as of yet, but also love the watergame. I guess that makes charcoal the earthgame and glassblowing the firegame. Makes me wonder—is there an aethergame?

So true, I remember that from Art School as well. Dunno if I ever mentioned it, but I did two years of intensive 3D animation there in the computer closet. Sleepin' in the lab 'n' such. Paper, canvas, screen. Highbrow, lowbrow—who really gives a hoot? Snooty hooters, that's who! Same with anything, really. I could be just as happy eating street food as Michelin cuisine. Or listening to campfire cowboys vs. stadium showstoppers.

Short story—once at a wine tasting in NY, I met a vintner from France who told me that the only thing that matters is whether you like the wine or not. All the snobby knowledge can go out the window. From the mouth of a man who makes the whole thing happen! That's stuck with me for all these years.

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