You came here, though you don’t remember how. The door opened by itself, and the floor beneath your feet feels soft, as if it’s not parquet but the surface of someone else’s dream. In the air hang words that haven’t been spoken yet, and a scent that vanished long ago from your memory.
Here live creatures that seem familiar, yet you’ve never met them. A cat that speaks backward tells the story of your life—but in a different order, where first comes the end, then the beginning, and then—nothing.
You have never woken up. You have never fallen asleep. You have simply found yourself here.
This exhibition is like a dream that comes to someone it wasn’t meant for. Grotesque, naive, absurd, and softly surreal—born from a subconscious that never asked to be understood.
After all, didn’t you already know? Tomorrow has already happened. You just haven’t woken up yet.



















