PLASTIC SUSHI

2017: Marisa collaborated with 9 photographers to realize the first edition of Plastic Sushi. The Calendar evolved around the plastic-problem our Oceans are facing.
We’ve been touching nature with reckless force and soon we have to pay the price. 
All sea animals, from the biggest to the microscopic organisms are breathing toxic seawater infused with chemicals from plastic decomposition. Since we, as humans, eat fish that have eaten other fish, which have eaten toxin-saturated plastics, we are eating our own waste… 
You’d ask yourself, how senseless could we be?
Poisoning ourselves… Poisoning other animals… Poisoning our planet…
2018: Congo, the heart of Africa became the habitat for the second edition of Plastic Sushi. Together with photographer Uwe Ommer, Marisa casts a light on the disappearance of wildlife in the African Savanas and far beyond.

The numbers.

Not only life underneath the Big Blue surface has considerable marks of human fingerprints, our whole planet has. The Earth has been through several major catastrophes and mass extinctions before, but this is the first one in human history.

For hundreds and thousands of years these African Savanahs were overflowing with wildlife. However, thanks to manʼs destructive ways, these animals have been completely disappearing.
To give you an idea, here's some numbers from the 2 national parks (Kudelungu and Upemba) Marisa visited to create the 2017 calendar:
32000 elephants to 180
1000 zebras to 78
The last lion was seen in 1973
The last buffalo in 1991
The last rhino in 1954
Cheetah and wild dogs have also disappeared, thereʼs simply not enough prey left for them to eat.

Almost this entire decline is down to human activity. Habitat loss, deforestation, climate change and the biggest felony here in Congo; poaching.


It's safe to say that Africaʼs wildlife is in jeopardy, the situation is imersily critical!

It's not too late.

Fortunately it's not entirely too late yet... there's still hope thanks to organizations such as Forgotten Parks. These people are risking their lives day in day out to protect the remaining animals and introduce new wildlife again. The rangers localize poacher camps, they rescue hurt/dying animals, they look for traps that have been put out by the poachers, and they train the rangers very hard to fight them if necessary. Forgotten Parks also created an incredible educational system where they teach local children about animal rights etc.

2020:Climate change has become visible all over the globe in the last couple of years, in an accelerating, eye-opening pace. Marisa angled her message to everyone denying the phenomenon, those who hide their faces and are not taking responsibly for our shared home.

A poem.

"We all are sphinxes in this sphere.

Holding the power of our faith, 

if we would only realize what that true power would mean.

Heartless hybrids we chose to be.

Living in fear.

Separated from ourselves and from each other.

How can one believe that he stands in opposition to the infinite circle of life?

We all know; 

Naked is the body,

Clothed is the mind.

And faceless are our procrastinated mistakes.

But there’s no way to unsee what has been seen,

The sun won’t stop beating us down.

The sun will shine ever so bright, 

until there’s no more place to hide.

Exposing the hidden horror off the swords by those so-called knights.

You are slipping through our fingers, Mother Nature. 

Melting away.

Because we’ve never been able to understand our responsibility.

Because we haven’t been able to use our consciousness to protect,

instead of consuming to excess.

Remember what Mahatma Gandhi once said, “Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.”

There’s no more time to sleep under that soothing moonlight.

There’s young girls fighting the good fight of our faith,

for our future, 

The future we all share.

Oh Mother Earth, the future…

What will this be?

 

You whispered to me, 

Recurrently…

When I crawled through your stream,

When you made my hair wave with your breath, 

When I held my body against your walls, 

When your tears kissed my face,

When I nestled myself down in your womb.

A whisper so loud and clear, 

there is no way to unhear.

I will forever hold you dear.

 

But what to do with those whispers now?

How can I help?

 

Our elders gather and shout, fly on G-5s to Paris to proclaim.

Oh yes this is change, maybe they’ll try or maybe I’ll just cry.

Words shouted and complaints leveed, all loud but yet so empty. Net 0 CO2 isn’t a goal, it’s an aim to break a corporate mold. 

Fossil fuels cripple us so,

It gives us cars and carries us to shows.

Let’s not fully remove but set a high goal.

 

Invest in solar and feel the warmth of Mother Nature, 

Build our fans higher and process her gentle wonder.

Our dams grow old with little room to fit a mold. It seems built to fit a season and never built for to fit the reason.

 

Let’s face our faults and unite. 

Join our hands and hold tight, because we don’t stand by as our glaciers fall and oceans rise.

It’s time to turn the tides.

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