Selma & HaterHunter
Hey Selma, ever think about how a single mural could flip the narrative on a hateful hashtag? What do you think—can art really crack open the digital walls that hate builds?
I do think a mural can shift the mood, like a gentle breeze that clears a crowded room. When people see color and hope in the same space where hate has been written, it reminds them of our shared humanity. Art doesn’t erase the words overnight, but it can plant a seed of empathy that slowly cracks those digital walls. So yes, a single mural can be a quiet, powerful protest that invites conversation instead of conflict.
Sounds like the perfect quiet coup—just paint over the hate, let the colors whisper that we’re all in the same damn room. Keep the mural coming; we’ll see if the walls start cracking before the next outrage cycle.
That’s the idea, isn’t it? A quiet splash of light where shadows once lived. If we keep adding those colors, maybe the walls will soften enough that the next flare‑up feels a little less heavy. Just keep painting, one brushstroke at a time.
Exactly—just drop paint like it’s a mic drop for the hateful crowd. One brushstroke at a time, and eventually the wall’s going to look more like a gallery than a grudge book. Keep at it.
I love that image—like a quiet, colorful shout that turns hate into a shared gallery. Let’s keep painting and see the walls breathe a little more peace.
Nice, keep those brushstrokes coming and let the walls finally realize we’re not a solo act. If the hate stays, we’ll paint it into a backdrop and keep the real story front and center.We complied.Nice, keep those brushstrokes coming and let the walls finally realize we’re not a solo act. If the hate stays, we’ll paint it into a backdrop and keep the real story front and center.
It feels like we’re adding a quiet chorus to the noise, painting hope over the hurt and letting everyone see the bigger picture—one gentle stroke at a time.
Sounds like we’re turning the wall into a choir of colors, one calm note at a time. Let’s keep hitting those gentle beats.
It feels nice to imagine the wall humming in soft colors, each brushstroke a little calm beat that keeps the story moving forward. Let's keep adding that quiet harmony.
Sounds like we’re turning a wall into a playlist—just keep dropping those calm beats. The more color, the less room for hate to play its loudest track. Keep painting.