relay.isolabellart.it.com/be9abad97a1cce1182caebfa99328fa2c87912827ad6dcdf4644aef88eff4247.jpg THE BREACH 50x25cm Oil on board - April, 2026 I started this painting knowing exactly what I wanted. That orange light forcing its way through the arch in the rock. Splashing on the waves. Reflecting on the stones. The sea is rough. The rocks are dark. But the light finds a way through anyway. That's what this painting is about. Not the storm. The breach in it. Available now!👇

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THE BREACH - Isolabellart

Oil on board - April, 2026

https://relay.isolabellart.it.com/be9abad97a1cce1182caebfa99328fa2c87912827ad6dcdf4644aef88eff4247.jpgTHE BREACH 50x25cm Oil on board - April, 2026 I started this painting knowing exactly what I wanted. That orange light forcing its way through the arch in the rock. Splashing on the waves. Reflecting on the stones. The sea is rough. The rocks are dark. But the light finds a way through anyway. That's what this painting is about. Not the storm. The breach in it. Available now!👇

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THE BREACH - Isolabellart

Oil on board - April, 2026

Being early is heavy. I sell my paintings only for Bitcoin. Not because I have absolute certainty, but because I can no longer ignore what I’ve seen. Those who understand the importance of Bitcoin often don’t feel privileged: they feel out of time. Understanding Bitcoin does not mean having arrived. It means having arrived early. And arriving early is uncomfortable: it makes you lonely, exposes you to doubt, and forces you to question rules many still believe are eternal. Bitcoin is not a religion, nor a shortcut. It is a hard tool that demands study, discipline, and responsibility. The truth is this: understanding Bitcoin does not make you special. It makes you responsible. Responsible for continuing to study. Responsible for not mythologizing it. Responsible for accepting that you might also be wrong. Perhaps the only real privilege is having sensed, before others, that the rules of the game were never immutable. And once that suspicion is born, you can never return to feeling at ease as before. #bitcoin #art #nostr

Inspirations.

Offline is the new luxury.

Looking at some of my latest paintings hanging on the wall at home. My mind goes back through every doubt, every uncertainty. And then, slowly, they dissolve. What remains is a coherent world — born from different days, different stories, but always the same way of seeing. I didn't look for it. It came on its own. Maybe that's why letting them go is so hard.

REFRAIN - oil on board, 40x40cm This is the moment I love and hate at the same time. Every new painting is falling in love. The sketch is the courtship — patches of colour, shadows barely suggested, everything still open. I'd want to rush to the end, the way you want to skip ahead when you're caught up in something. But you can't. The paint would muddy, the next strokes need the base to shine. You have to wait. So I wait, and I look. This is "REFRAIN" — a view from the beach of Chiavari, just beginning.

Those who seem to have nothing to say, often have a lot to say.

In a world where algorithms dictate a relentless logic and efficiency is the top priority, being human becomes a source of disruption.

Sunset across St Ives Bay Oil on board 50cm x 50cm - Andrew Barrowman #art

Use your bloody Bitcoins and buy something that makes you happy!

This is a note that doesn’t need any zaps; I’ve just written it to let you know that I’m reading your posts and that I’m working on my next painting, which will be inspired by this photo of the seaside town where I work, Chiavari in Liguria, Italy. 🫂🎨

I run a Bitcoin node, a Nostr relay, a Blossom relay for my content, a website on my own Mac mini. I've been painting for many years, and it's only since joining Nostr that I sell them for Bitcoin. It took months. Study, attempts, failures, starting over. Sometimes I don't even think about it. Then I stop for a second and I can't quite believe I got here.

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Original oil paintings

DESPITE Oil on board - May, 2026 40×40 cm Outside it was raining. Inside, jazz. DESPITE painted itself. That day when the colors were there but nothing worked, I put everything away and came back another time. Today it spoke. Sometimes a painting needs rain and jazz to find its way. The fruit of good labour. Painted with care. Sold for the only real money. Available here 👇

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DESPITE - Isolabellart

Oil on board - May, 2026

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Legend has it that Salvador Dalí paid for dinners by drawing on the back of his checks. Nobody knows if it's entirely true. Maybe it was Picasso. Maybe the details grew over time, as beautiful stories tend to do. But the mechanism it describes is real: Dalí had turned his name into a currency. The check wasn't worth the money written on it, it was worth something because he had touched it. The restaurateur didn't cash it because he understood something fundamental: value doesn't live in the object, it lives in the consensus around it. This isn't some quirky principle of contemporary art. It's the principle behind every currency in history. Gold is valuable because enough of us decided it was. The dollar is valuable because we trust whoever issues it. Bitcoin is valuable because a sufficient number of people chose to believe in it, with no one forcing them to. The difference between a banknote and a random piece of paper isn't the material. It's the shared story we build around it. Dalí may have known this. Or maybe he didn't. But the legend knows it on his behalf. GM 🫂🎨

BOE NEL LAGO Oil on board canvas - August, 2023 Dimensions: 30 × 30 cm The fruit of good labour. Painted with care. Sold for the only real money. Available here 👇

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BOE NEL LAGO - Isolabellart

Oil on board canvas

Møns Klint in Denmark

Compliments don’t put food on the table.