Reflecting on The Other Art Fair, Fall 2025

The Other Art Fair in Brooklyn has officially come to an end, and I’m still carrying the softness and electricity of the weekend with me. There’s a unique magic that happens every time I show there — a blend of inspiration, connection, and creative affirmation — and this year reminded me exactly why I love it so much.

Walking into the fair on setup day felt like stepping into a familiar dream. My booth slowly transformed into a world of its own: canvases placed just right, sculptures catching that perfect bit of light, and the energy of the space beginning to feel aligned and alive. Seeing months of creation finally come together in one place always feels surreal — like watching pieces of my inner world materialize in front of me.

Throughout the fair, I found myself smiling at the quiet moments of connection. The way someone would pause in front of a piece and take a slow breath. The conversations that unfolded naturally, without rush, filled with curiosity, vulnerability, and shared emotion. Those tiny moments — where a color resonates, a form speaks, or someone tells me why a piece moves them — are the real heartbeat of why I do this.

Brooklyn in the fall adds its own kind of poetry. The crisp air, the creative community, the steady flow of people who show up ready to feel something. This fair has always held a special place in my journey, and this year felt even more meaningful as I shared some of my most personal work yet — pieces shaped by growth, stillness, and the quiet transformations that have defined my last year.

I left the fair feeling deeply grateful. Grateful for the collectors who brought my work into their homes, for the people who took the time to connect, and for the simple truth that I get to create art that touches others. Grateful that what once lived only in my mind and heart now lives in the world — filling spaces with beauty, intention, and energy.

As I unpack back in the studio, I’m holding on to that feeling. The feeling of being exactly where I’m meant to be. The feeling of rising, evolving, and sharing pieces of myself through my work.

Thank you, Brooklyn. Until next time. 🤍

— Shadia