I remember it well.


I remember it well.
The first zap I received for a painting was 210 sats.

It wasn't the price I was asking.
It was a gesture.

Someone, on the other side of the world, had seen something that spoke to them.

I didn't sell that painting, but I understood something:
The value of art isn't in the price.

It's in the moment someone stops, looks, and feels something move inside.

Everything else — sales, collections, exhibitions — is just consequence.

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