Somewhere between sitcom and fever dream: a man in acid green looks back, a nude woman plays an octopus like a violin, and no one seems all that surprised. Luka Kurashvili’s world resists explanation but rewards attention - every stare, outfit, and tentacle is part of the plot, even if no one’s saying what it is. For cryptic encounters, surreal moods, or anyone who’s ever walked into a scene mid-sentence.
