Mati Pirsztuk

The daydream of being locked up.

Have you ever wondered what happens to things people throw into the sea? Some can come back when you least expect it...

A man is coming home after a long day outside. Something or someone is starting to follow his path, trying to reach him. But his extrasensorial perception begin to warn what's happening.

There is a bridge between present and past, and sometimes we fall while walking through it. Memories, a constant reminiscence.

In the middle of the night, you never know who can be a witness of your decisions...

The glitches are flowing continuously into the digital landscape, without ceasing; like an eternal sea of colour waves into our eyes, while the sound surrounds the images by covering them into the chasm of noise. Color Noises is the result of experiments with physical analog video devices such as video cassette recorder player and videocameras mixed together, with an classic cathode-ray tube television as an output.

The daydream of being locked up.

Have you ever wondered what happens to things people throw into the sea? Some can come back when you least expect it...

Have you ever wondered what happens to things people throw into the sea? Some can come back when you least expect it...

A man is coming home after a long day outside. Something or someone is starting to follow his path, trying to reach him. But his extrasensorial perception begin to warn what's happening.

A man is coming home after a long day outside. Something or someone is starting to follow his path, trying to reach him. But his extrasensorial perception begin to warn what's happening.

A man is coming home after a long day outside. Something or someone is starting to follow his path, trying to reach him. But his extrasensorial perception begin to warn what's happening.

There is a bridge between present and past, and sometimes we fall while walking through it. Memories, a constant reminiscence.

In the middle of the night, you never know who can be a witness of your decisions...

In the middle of the night, you never know who can be a witness of your decisions...

In the middle of the night, you never know who can be a witness of your decisions...

Sometimes the roads connect us to somewhere we want to go or with something we want, but they can also get us lost. The most important thing is the trip, that epiphany between the starting point and the end of the line.