A hand, heavy with paint, clutches a brush like a weapon — not with delicacy, but with intent. Not to embellish, but to dismantle. Not to please, but to rupture. The stroke is crude, unrepentant, almost violent. Color bursts in unruly digital swathes — yellow, red, green, pink — a riot against order, a defiance of control. On Bitcoin, art is never just art. It carries the pulse of the protocol, the undertow of a deeper shift: the rewriting of our social, economic, and cultural codes. This brush has been claimed. It is no longer a tool of craft but a symbol of freedom — our Weapon of Mass Liberation — for creation is the most powerful form of sovereignty.