This one is leaving today.
Heading to United States.
Someone saw it. Felt something.
Decided it belonged with them.
That moment—when a painting finds its person—never gets old.
There are more waiting.
Isolabellart
Isolabellart
Original oil paintings
**I don't sell paintings I wouldn't live with.**
Every morning I wake up to these.
Every night I fall asleep looking at them.
If they can survive my daily gaze, they're ready for yours.