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.
Isolabellart
Isolabellart
Original oil paintings