Liene Rubane

The trace of disturbing memories within a circle where the horizon is lost, what was already seen and reappears without any sense. The tiny space where dreams becomes lively present. Nothing is permanent, the dreams are foam.

A voyage through time — when memories of recent past, reality, and dreams interact — everything is related and not. Mysterious and troubled feelings arouse as we are submerged into an audio-visual experience where another dimension of life can be sensed.