My art is not made for the algorithm.
It is made to endure time, even when it sells little.
Isolabellart
Isolabellart
Original oil paintings
My art is not made for the algorithm.
It is made to endure time, even when it sells little.
I don't remember painting this one.
Not literally. But I think started at 9am and next thing I knew it was 1pm and the painting was done.
No pauses. No doubts. Just flow.
Everything "alla prima".
It's rare. Maybe happens once every 20 paintings.
But when it does, the painting always turns out better than the ones I "think" too much about.
Proof that sometimes your hands know more than your brain.
You know what I love about Nostr?
I'm not the only artist here.
And I don't want to be.
There are incredible people on Nostr creating beautiful work.
You don't have to buy from me. Honestly.
But do support artists.
Buy a painting. Zap a post. Leave a comment.
Participation is what keeps this community alive.
Art needs people who care. Not just buyers. But witnesses.
Be a witness.
#art #artstr #nostr
I shipped a painting to someone in Canada, time ago.
A week later they messaged me:
"I cried when I opened it."
Not because it was sad. But because it reminded them of a place they'd been years ago.
I'd never been to that place. Had no idea.
But somehow the painting knew.
That's when I understood: art isn't about what you put in it.
It's about what people find.
(Example of non-real art)
How much truth is there in the art shown on social networks today?
Much of it is sincere, born of vision and craft.
But just as much is noise: effect, fashion, or a reflection of algorithms.
AI has made us blind, and if you look distractedly you see only the algorithm, not the artist.
Not everything that is visually attractive has depth, intention, or lasting value.
Learning to recognize and appreciate real art is the true challenge.
True art demands time.
And today, for that very reason, it is more precious.

The love for art is not born so much from looking or listening, but from making.
Those who experience a work grasp only a thin trace of it, the visible surface of a much deeper process.
Art takes shape when inner experience finds a body, when oneβs reading of reality is translated into matter, gesture, sound.
In that passage there is something rare and radical: perhaps the closest thing to the experience of the divine that lives within every human being.
And it is there that true magic happens, not in the work itself, but in the silent bridge that connects the one who creates with the one who receives.
Baked pasta ready, table set. πβ¨
The year ends, the hunger doesnβt. π
We toast, we eat, we begin again. π₯
Happy New Year, with good food and real people. π«π¨π
Some people buy once and that's it.
Others come back.
Not because they need more art.
But because something in the first painting spoke to them.
And they want to hear that voice again.
When someone comes back, it means something.
It means the work is doing what it's supposed to do.
Friday it was just purple and blue searching.
Today the forest appeared.
The figure emerged.
I didn't use brushes; today I wanted to try doing everything with a spatula. I had a lot of fun.
This painting is inspired by @Katie β 's photograph.
Still not done. But no longer lost.
The painting is finding its way.
#art #artstr #painting #isolabellart
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