Alexia

The last week has taught me more about this space than the last few years have.

I saw a community come together to speak for freedom, for peace, for the children of Gaza.

Artworks were created with care, thought, pain, and humanity. Countless people showed up, artists supporting artists, collectors supporting artists. Most bought more than one piece and proudly shared their acquisitions, timelines glowing in red, black, white, and green.

You know who I didn’t see? The self-proclaimed patrons of the arts and thought leaders. They were silent. No collecting, no support of any kind.

The strength of this space comes from those who live and breathe its values. Not the hype, not the bags, not the cabal. It comes from the artists who pour their souls into their work, who support one another, and from those who share and amplify their voices.

In a few days I learned that what really matters is not who shouts the loudest, or who claims to be an expert, but those who show up when it matters most.

Thank you to @ArtForHumanityx and those behind this initiative for organizing such an amazing fundraiser, and for everyone who showed up in support.

Happy Father’s Day to the dads who teach kindness and who encourage their children to stand up for what is right.

A very special day to @Scooter0x. You are the best dad our kiddo could ask for ❤️

Father and Son in Seattle by Bo Bartlett

All people should have the right to a home. To a story written on the land that cannot be erased by politics or greed.

This is what has made supporting @returndotart so meaningful. Its inaugural exhibition explored the story of Palestine through art that serves as a bearer of truth, a beacon of hope, and a testament to the resilience of the Palestinian people.

Art as a means of documentation and learning. Art as a witness to history 🕊️

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all

- Emily Dickinson

A ball and some friends are all you need to play soccer.

Enjoyed from the favelas of Brazil to refugee camps in Sudan, the game belongs to everyone.

Meant to be accessible and to unite nations, the sport has become increasingly politicized, often reduced to how much money can be made and the compromises required to make it happen.

These works explore the distance between what the game promises and what it has become.

Artworks by
@osinachiart
@_pixellare
@Moxarra