My bedroom wall explodes with color. I live with my work before I sell it. I don't sell paintings I wouldn't live with. This is proof. If you want one of these for Christmas—for your wall, or for someone who'd understand— Now is the moment.

Isolabellart

Isolabellart

Original oil paintings

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The best gifts aren't bought in a rush. They're chosen with care. If you want a painting for Christmas, for yourself, or for someone who'd understand, I'm here. 🫂🎨 Let's make it happen before the last minute.

Isolabellart

Isolabellart

Original oil paintings

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But what disease do the people who follow me and then mute me have?

Finally, a TV series that gives my Friday night some meaning, and who cares if it's slow. Thanks 🙏 (Yes, I'm a person who's content with little...)

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Bitcoin going down? Now's the perfect time to buy my paintings. 🫂🎨

Isolabellart

Isolabellart

Original oil paintings

No note written by instinct will ever be replaced by a soulless note written by an AI.

You follow a leather artist and suddenly you find yourself following a bookbinder with a passion for bonsai. Nostr is wonderful. 🫂🎨 cc @Leathermint

The Cathedral is Complete 4 months of work. 16 paintings. 4 movements. One question that wouldn't let me go: What does silence look like? I started with clouds — silence that drifts and dissolves. Then flowers — silence that blooms and fades. Then waves — silence beneath restless motion. And finally silences — plural, abstract, stripped of everything but presence. From landscape to form. From form to field. From question to answer. This is what I built. This is my cathedral. 20×20cm and 20×25cm, oil on board. Available here:

Isolabellart

Isolabellart

Original oil paintings

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SILENCE AMONG THE SILENCES (quartet) Clouds taught me silence drifts. Flowers taught me silence blooms and fades. Waves taught me silence moves beneath stillness. And these four taught me this: Silence isn’t one thing. It’s a threshold you cross. An echo that lingers. A quiet that holds. A presence that simply is. Sixteen paintings. Four quartets. One question. This is the answer I didn’t know I was looking for. 20×25cm each, oil on board. Available now:

Isolabellart

Isolabellart

Original oil paintings

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THE SILENCE Four paintings. One question. What does silence look like? I began with thresholds. I listened to echoes. I moved through quiet. And here, at the end: No more forms. No more light. No more searching. Just a muted presence in a field that doesn’t need permission to exist. SILENCE AMONG THE SILENCES — complete. 20×25cm, oil on board. #art #artstr #painting #isolabellart

₿, sats, symbols, labels. They shift the way we rename constellations. The stars stay the same. We can argue about typography, or we can remember what actually matters: moving value without permission, using Bitcoin until it becomes as natural as breathing. Labels are habits. Use is life. And if I have to choose a symbol, I pick the one that reminds me a network of strangers is building something together. Everything else is decoration. GM 🫂🎨