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I’m drawn into the studio by experiences I find beautiful; by the pull to make them felt not just seen, in ways words never seem to allow.

I’ve always been fascinated by the quiet dialogue between artwork, space, and the people who enter it. I don’t think of painting as a still thing. It can hum. It can hold. And it can shift the room around it.

Mornings are when most of my inspiration arrives. In its gentle light I see the world through sleepy eyes, somewhere between the softness of dream and presence.

​Through movement, memory and brush I am able to share something felt, remembered, embodied. Letting the noise fall away and meeting what rests underneath.

This space is for the pieces that speak in their own time - sometimes a single painting, sometimes an entire body of work - you can see these here.

If you’d like to know more about my practice, exhibitions, or story, you’re warmly invited to scroll down.

Her Story

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“Charlotte’s work has become one of my favorite experiences in life. Each collection and show experience holds a unique narrative, with unmistakable emotional depth.

I always look forward to what’s next.”
G. Hoffman, Art Collector & Interior Designer, USA

About The Artist

Charlotte Marie Isbell’s paintings explore the threshold between emotion, mem- ory, and physical place. Her layered, expressive works in oil invite presence, capturing not just what a landscape looks like, but how it feels to move through it, to remember it, to return

to it.
 

With a distinctly intuitive process, Isbell builds her canvases from gestures more than outlines, sensation more than cer- tainty. Her visual language is shaped as much by memory as it is by land, marked by her years living between Australia,

Europe, and the United States.
She draws from nature as both subject and collaborator, seeking moments that feel quiet, honest, and alive.

 

Isbell’s paintings rarely declare.
They suggest.
They ask the viewer to pause, notice, soften. They don’t demand attention. They offer a place to rest.

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