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I paint in oil. Inspired by time, silence, and light. Each work is unique and for sale in Bitcoin. β†’ https://isolabellart.it.com Paintings notes: #isolabellart Art gallery: https://gallery.isolabellart.it.com
image REFRAIN, Oil on board - May, 2026 A view from the beach of Chiavari. Rocks in the foreground, small islets in the middle, the peninsula on the horizon with its lights. The sky after sunset, still alive with yellow and pink. The title comes from the rhythm that runs through the painting β€” the same movement repeating in the rocks, the islets, the clouds. Like a refrain that doesn't stop. Painted after weeks of pause and dissatisfaction. Every painting is a small battle. This one I won. ---- The paintings needs 3 weeks to dry, then it will be available. Your purchase will be safely packaged and protected from damages and humidity. πŸš€ SHIPPING with tracking number! Payment in: β‚ΏitcoinπŸ”— or Lightning⚑ Price: 670,000 sats Available here πŸ‘‰ #art #artstr #isolabellart
On Nostr lately things have gotten messy. Too many clashes, too much noise. But the idea is still simple: communication without gatekeepers. Forget that, and the whole thing starts to lose its point.
image An app that converts Bitcoin back to fiat isn't a revolution. It's a circle that ends where it started. Revolutionary would be paying for anything directly in Bitcoin, without touching a bank, without swiping a card. I've been selling my paintings in Bitcoin only for nearly three years. No compromises, no middlemen. No collector has ever complained. I don't know if I'm a revolutionary artist. I just know this is how I sell β€” and I have no intention of changing.
image This flower, which blooms on a cactusβ€”the name of which I do not knowβ€”blooms for just one day a year and wilts by evening. Perhaps certain beauties exist precisely in this way: not to last, but to remind us that even a single moment is enough to feel alive. A year of silence, for a single day of glory.
Every time this time of year comes round, I think back to one of the purest joys one can experience in life. When the school year ended, I’d go and check my report cards; if I’d passed, I’d say goodbye to my teachers as if they were my best friends and to my classmates as if they were my brothers and sisters, with three months’ holiday ahead of me and not a single bloody problem. A feeling I’ve never experienced since.
I don't consider myself an intelligent person. I consider myself an intuitive one β€” someone who applies himself and works hard at everything he doesn't understand. Unlike what my teachers always said about me: "He's talented, but he doesn't apply himself." Maybe because I've only ever applied myself to what interested me. And that's probably one of the reasons I came back to painting so late in life β€” because for too long I did what others wanted from me, not what I wanted for myself. And yet I keep repeating the same patterns. I keep doing a job I no longer enjoy, just to pay the bills, put food on the table, take the same two weeks off every year. Instead of dedicating myself entirely to art. What I lack isn't courage. It's permission. Permission to put myself first without feeling guilty toward those who depend on me. I don't know yet how to resolve it. But what I'm building with isolabellart β€” selling my art for Bitcoin, stacking economic independence piece by piece β€” isn't the same old pattern. It's a concrete attempt to create that permission for myself. It's slow. Probably too slow. But it's mine.
At the end of the day, I don’t believe the world would be a better place if we were all artists or Bitcoiners. I believe it would be far better than it is now if there were more awareness, patience, love, respect, integrity, and wisdom. That’s what truly matters. And that’s where, in my opinion, each of us has a part to play. GM
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