This past week, during Art Basel in Miami, marked the culmination of one of the most emotionally challenging years of my life. Since the war began, I have encountered rejection and hostility in ways I never anticipated as an artist. For years, I believed art transcended identity, beyond nationality, gender, or religion. I never defined myself as an “Israeli artist,” a “female artist,” or as belonging to any specific label. To me, art has always existed as its own universal language, untouched by such boundaries.
But this year proved otherwise. I experienced a world where identity suddenly became a barrier. Galleries I had collaborated with for years severed ties. Relationships I valued dissolved without warning. I was told that working with Israeli artists was “bad for business,” and my works were quietly removed from walls and stored away. Even on social media, I felt the sting of animosity and detachment. It was a year that challenged not only my career but my very sense of belonging in the art world.
With this heavy burden, I embarked on my journey to Miami for Art Basel. I was filled with doubt and apprehension, uncertain of how I would be received or whether my work could still connect with its audience.
Despite the challenges, I had the privilege of presenting in two remarkable exhibitions. The first, Art Miami with Maune Contemporary, was an extraordinary experience. This gallery has represented me in Miami for four consecutive years and has remained steadfast in its support, even in these turbulent times. Together, we showcased several of my large-scale works at the main Art Miami fair. It was an honor beyond words to see my pieces exhibited alongside giants like Alex Katz and Julie Mehretu. It was a moment of validation that reminded me why I chose this path.
The second exhibition was at Aqua Art Miami with Studio 602, a vibrant platform catering to emerging artists and younger collectors. For this show, I developed a concept specifically designed for the audience, smaller scale original works inspired by my most iconic pieces, offered at accessible prices. It was deeply rewarding to connect with young collectors who could take home a piece of my art, many for the first time.
Throughout the week, I reconnected with collectors who have supported me since the early days of my career, encountered friends I hadn’t seen in years, and met fellow artists with whom I share this annual ritual. But the most profound experience of the week came from the Jewish community in Miami. Their strength, warmth, and solidarity left an indelible mark on me. They welcomed me with open arms, ensuring I knew I was not alone. They reminded me, in the most tangible way, that even in moments of isolation, there is always a community ready to embrace and uplift.
The week was overwhelming in the best way possible. I found myself brought to tears, tears of gratitude, relief, and hope, by the love and encouragement I received. This outpouring of support reignited my passion and gave me the strength to continue creating, no matter how difficult the path may seem.
As I return home, my heart is full of renewed purpose and inspiration. This experience has reminded me why I love what I do and why I believe so deeply in the power of art to connect, heal, and transcend.
To all of you, I extend my deepest gratitude. Thank you for your continued support and belief in my work. As we close this year, I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a year filled with light, love, and creativity. I can’t wait to dive into new projects and share this next chapter with you.
Happy Hanukkah!
With love and hope,
Orit Fuchs
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