Many artists came to Nostr and left.
I'm still here.
Not because I'm stronger or more consistent.
It's something simpler and more human: I found my own way of moving with the current.
Freedom without structure, without immediate returns, without clear feedback for many, it becomes silence.
And silence, if you mistake it for emptiness, pushes you away.
I know that silence.
It's the same one I find in front of a canvas when the mark won't come, when the painting gives nothing back.
I don't read it as failure.
I read it as space.
Nostr doesn't reward speed.
It doesn't reward vanity, except in brief flashes.
It rewards a quiet, almost agricultural resistance: sowing without knowing if it will rain.
Many come looking for a mirror.
I've instead accepted that, in here, the mirror is sometimes absent but this doesn't make what I do any less real.
Isolabellart
Isolabellart
Original oil paintings
