Welcome to the Social Art Award 2025 – Online Gallery!
🌊 Dear friends of art and transformation, 🌊
A heartfelt thank you to all artists and creatives who submitted their powerful works for this year’s Social Art Award under the theme: “Planetary Healing – Blue Tribes for Ocean Health.” Your inspiring visions speak to ocean restoration, biodiversity, and reimagining our coexistence with all life forms on Earth.
After receiving 922 submissions from across all continents, and concluding a very active public voting phase, the Social Art Award now enters its next chapter:
🔹 What’s next?
The professional jury panel is currently reviewing and selecting the TOP 100 entries that will be featured in the official Social Art Award 2025 book. In parallel, the two public voting winners will move forward as wildcards into the final jury round.
🔹 Coming up:
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Shortlisted artists (TOP 10) will be announced by mid-June.
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Winners of the Social Art Award 2025 will be revealed at our Online Award Ceremony on July 2, 2025.
We invite you to stay connected as we celebrate the power of Social Art to drive dialogue, awareness, and collective transformation.
Let’s continue to amplify art as a force for Planetary Healing.
Cat Island talks to me
Olga Dyakina
Humans have become the salt of the Earth that leaves wounds and corrodes. The voids proliferate and lead to disappearance. Through an underwater tunnel, I reach Kanonersky Island and walk forward to a long spit flowing into the Gulf of Finland. I stop and hear the island breathing. I imagine the island talking to me in an unknown language. Through the trees and buildings, through the past of the land, washed by the water. It feels like I can pet it like a cat. Kissasaari, or Cat Island, is one of its former names. The sense of time here disintegrates into a silence in which one can reassemble oneself. Watching nature slip away makes me experience excruciating contrasts every time. I see trash everywhere; it grows into the ground and intertwines with the roots. Problems with cleaning up the island have long hung in the air. It makes the place look forgotten and abandoned. That spring morning I watched a flock of whooper swans on the island. The swans were making strange sounds, that blending into a single motif. And I was thinking what a miracle and a rarity it was. The beauty of life, despite human actions and inactions. Then I realized I want others to hear the voice of the island, too.
Humans have become the salt of the Earth that leaves wounds and corrodes. The voids proliferate and lead to disappearance. Through an underwater tunnel, I reach Kanonersky Island and walk forward to a long spit flowing into the Gulf of Finland. I stop and hear the island breathing. I imagine the island talking to me in an unknown language. Through the trees and buildings, through the past of the land, washed by the water. It feels like I can pet it like a cat. Kissasaari, or Cat Island, is one of its former names. The sense of time here disintegrates into a silence in which one can reassemble oneself. Watching nature slip away makes me experience excruciating contrasts every time. I see trash everywhere; it grows into the ground and intertwines with the roots. Problems with cleaning up the island have long hung in the air. It makes the place look forgotten and abandoned. That spring morning I watched a flock of whooper swans on the island. The swans were making strange sounds, that blending into a single motif. And I was thinking what a miracle and a rarity it was. The beauty of life, despite human actions and inactions. Then I realized I want others to hear the voice of the island, too.