Some thaughts I had in mind, while painting my artwork "Dressed In Entropy", acrylic paint on canvas, 80x80 cm. :
Between Infinity and Entropy – A Painterly Exploration
Perhaps she had an infinity button on her head and simply didn’t know how to release it.
At times, we roll our eyes skyward, not out of arrogance, but as a quiet way to resist despair.
The infinity symbol, that sideways figure eight, can just as well be a Gordian knot: unsolvable, tangled, defiant.
Or perhaps it only seems that way, a riddle beyond words, a path leading to a place that defies description.
Somewhere between lived reality and pure imagination. Between what is, and what is merely thought.
"Dressed in Entropy" means walking a path no one has walked before. A way that cannot be planned, explained, or predicted. A trail of randomness that belongs to you alone.
You alone decide whether, and with whom, to share the experience.
And it is precisely this randomness that can guide you to the safest of place, without asking, without permission, without invitation. Simply by trusting that you carry something valuable.
Your story. Your truth. Your freedom.
My artworks carry autobiographical traces.
They emerge from experiences, from inner movements, from gestures unfolding through time, or rather, shaped by time itself.
What appears on canvas is not merely an image, but also a record of a personal process.
And since we seem to be cosmically entangled — connected, knotted — we rarely experience anything in complete isolation.
Many thoughts and feelings arise simultaneously in different people, in different places.
These are shared human experiences, part of a deeper synchronicity we often only recognize when we meet, exchange stories, and suddenly realize: I know this. I’ve lived this too.
That moment of recognition is precious.
It deserves to be preserved - in my case: through painting.
My art tells stories, for those who wish to listen.
And if someone, while looking at a painting, feels: This is me. This is my story. This is my trybe, then the piece of art has found its place.
And sometimes, there is an experience so singular, so strange,
you feel certain no one else could have ever thought or felt it.
In such cases, the artwork that emerges holds a special kind of power.
Its effect never fades — and often surprises even me, the artist, with its intensity.
I’ve had many such moments in conversations with people immersed in Bitcoin.
Some of those experiences are abstract, others deeply grounded.
Each one leaves a trace, and those traces find their way into my work.
With every painting, with every brushstroke, I claim space for art, especially within the world of Bitcoin. Proof of Work. Proof of Paint.
We don’t ask for permission. We simply exist.
And the more Bitcoin art is ignored or dismissed, the more powerful its message becomes.
That’s why I keep painting.
I hope to inspire other artists and individuals, and to continue giving them trust, so we feel safe to share our personal stories.
P.S.
Isn’t someone, somewhere in the world right now… rolling their eyes?
You’ll also find out why I was so paranoid that I deleted all my posts about exhibiting my art at the Plan-B Art Gallery.
Let’s just say… someone at border control started chasing me! 😅
