An Unexpected Introspection

The chameleon inside me — the one trained to adapt, to please, to survive — has never felt so threatened.

I came to Art Basel and Art Meta for the talks, the reunions, the networking, the art.
I wasn’t prepared for the confrontation with myself.

My life has long been shaped by fear, by expectations, by labels placed on my body and my voice.
But art cracked the shell. Web3 burned the mask.
In its place: self-acceptance, defiance, a stubborn hope for something more inclusive — more real.

After four years in this space, over ten events, I’ve seen the fractures — the dramas, the disappointments, the performative façades.
And yet I stay.
Call me stupid, call me idealist, but I believe in what we are building.

❝ my body, my expression, my liberation ꕤ own muse ☾ (philosophical) questioner paulinefaieff.art
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Rome, Metropolitan City of Rome Capital, Italy

So beautifully said Pauline ❤️ thank you for sharing your thoughts on this. Makes me smile to know you had this realization, I think this sort of minents hits us like waves, in specific times, maybe when we need it most 🫂