Giorgi Rodionov is a Tbilisi based artist and curator born in 1990, in Tbilisi, Georgia. His grandmother was a talented Russian painter who inspired Giorgi to pursue art. After graduating with a Journalism degree in one of the universities in Tbilisi, he moved to Europe and continued his studies in contemporary art for his MA. His artistic activities include many exhibitions in different European countries and Georgia, as well as personal projects published in different media. Currently, Giorgi is the director of Tbilisi’s first photo gallery, which exhibits limited edition prints of the artists from the Caucasus.
March 5, 1956, Tbilisi, Soviet Georgia: “I am Khrushchev, I am Khrushchev” shouted a group of university students as they ran around Lenin Square in the center of the Georgian capital Tbilisi.
What is the dark web? A den of crime, an online privacy utopia or something else altogether?
They live somewhere between inclusion and isolation – part of a community, yet apart from mainstream Georgian society because of the dreaded disease they bear. They are the patients of the Abastumani Tuberculosis Hospital, but, fearing the reaction of others, most prefer to keep that status a secret.
The landslide killed dozens and robbed hundreds of people of their ancestral homes in Georgia’s mountainous Svaneti. In addition, as a result of the government’s resettlement plan, hundreds more were also forced to move.
The women’s Georgian national team had its first international match in 1999, against Serbia. The irony is that the country did not have a national championship until 2016, because there were no clubs to hold it with. Until 2003 essentially Georgia had only one female team, explains Nino Sordia, who heads the Women’s Football Federation of Georgia. At that time, about 30 girls were actively involved in working on making female soccer a reality.
When photographer Giorgi Rodionov stumbled across a box of old negatives, he uncovered a chapter of his family’s history with roots in Nazi Germany and the fate two women who shed their identities to save their lives.
I was 9 years old when I first heard about “the investors.” It was winter—the temperature was so low the teachers sent us home early because there was no way to stay warm in the school.