Pauline Faieff 🦋
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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. 5 replies
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The third, one I’m truly proud of.
I was the perfect chameleon, adapting to others and to the main audience. I wasn’t creating my art, I was creating for their validation that never truly fed me. And then I got depressed, I quit everything, I quit my dog the one soul I love so endlessly, to pursue the life I want and deserve.
Six months later, I took a self portrait at the summit of Martinique’s volcano, I felt so me, finally. I felt vulnerable and bold, in my own wild environment. Free to be myself. 2 replies
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The second, her initial choice—an image reflecting the weight of my censorship on social media.
I create through my body—my skin, curves, hair, stretch marks, bones, and flesh are not flaws, but the essence of my canvas. They don’t just shape me—they shape my muse, I am my own.
For decades, nude art has filled the pages of art history books and the walls of museums. Yet nude photography is still denied the same legitimacy. While paintings and sculptures are celebrated, we—photographers, bodies, women—are censored, shadowbanned, erased.
‘Encadrée’ is a satire.
Would you call it art… if it’s framed?
Do you see me—trapped behind the grid of pixels, locked in by the rules of a filtered world?
I feel like I’m in jail.
But I wonder—can you see me now since I am framed? 1 reply
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