"Pull up a chair, but don't expect the tea to be the main attraction. In this gallery, the traditional social ritual is reimagined as a surrealist fever dream. Between the clink of porcelain and the stiff lace of Sunday bests, the atmosphere thickens with a psychedelic edge—where the colors are tasted, the dollhouse walls feel thin, and the guest list might include more than just those visible at the table. It is an exploration of the 'proper' domestic space falling through a looking glass of sensory distortion."
