December, 2021
Francesco Merlini recounts the reminiscence of the disaster that struck Tbilisi in 2015. People died, many families were left homeless, the zoo was destroyed, and the city shocked. The capital of Georgia became a desert filled with dangerous beasts. The zoo has lost more than 300 animals. An influential head of the Georgian Orthodox Church blamed the floods on the "sin" of the former communist regime, which built the zoo using money raised from destroying churches and melting down their bells—a divine punishment. The reality is less grotesque, and the floods break through the defenses erected by men worldwide. Nature advances beyond the illusions of being able to contain it. Merlini's photographs move on this threshold of uncertainty, on a precarious balance, in which the clamor of the debacle seems overshadowed by a gray patina of oblivion.
December, 2021
Francesco Merlini recounts the reminiscence of the disaster that struck Tbilisi in 2015. People died, many families were left homeless, the zoo was destroyed, and the city shocked. The capital of Georgia became a desert filled with dangerous beasts. The zoo has lost more than 300 animals. An influential head of the Georgian Orthodox Church blamed the floods on the "sin" of the former communist regime, which built the zoo using money raised from destroying churches and melting down their bells—a divine punishment. The reality is less grotesque, and the floods break through the defenses erected by men worldwide. Nature advances beyond the illusions of being able to contain it. Merlini's photographs move on this threshold of uncertainty, on a precarious balance, in which the clamor of the debacle seems overshadowed by a gray patina of oblivion.
Hi! I am Steve, a professional in the field of photography and visual arts, with a background as a curator, art director, and educator.
Venetian on my father’s side, with a French surname that dates back to Napoleon’s campaigns, and a soldier from around Montpellier. My mother was born in Belgium to a Dutch family. My grandfather from Hoboken, New Jersey, on the Hudson River. I grew up a bit here and there; I currently live in Paris.
I have known the world before smartphones, computers, and the internet. Before low-cost flights. The backseat of my father's car was my window. Studies pushed me to embrace complexity, a quite observation. A gaze that "touches," that dares in some way, that strives to forge a connection.
I spent the past 20 years questioning the role of images in society.
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Steve Bisson has also been delivering lectures, mentoring, and collaborating extensively with leading cultural and educational institutions around the world for the past 15 years.
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Design by Roberto Vito D'Amico
Hi! I am Steve, a professional in the field of photography and visual arts, with a background as a curator, art director, and educator.
Venetian on my father’s side, with a French surname that dates back to Napoleon’s campaigns, and a soldier from around Montpellier. My mother was born in Belgium to a Dutch family. My grandfather from Hoboken, New Jersey, on the Hudson River. I grew up a bit here and there; I currently live in Paris.
I have known the world before smartphones, computers, and the internet. Before low-cost flights. The backseat of my father's car was my window. Studies pushed me to embrace complexity, a quite observation. A gaze that "touches," that dares in some way, that strives to forge a connection.
I spent the past 20 years questioning the role of images in society.
• Coaching and Portfolio Review
Go to Coaching and Portfolio Review page
Steve Bisson has also been delivering lectures, mentoring, and collaborating extensively with leading cultural and educational institutions around the world for the past 15 years.
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Design by Roberto Vito D'Amico