Tbilisi is the city in which doors have invard opening, where dad is called mama, and the language has no masculine or feminine gender, where any native conversation sounds like a song, even when no one was going to sing yet, where the language has no capital letters or accents, where words fly by with eight consonants in a row, and almost every relaxed taxi driver bears the name Irakli.
oil paintings
abstract oil paintings
objects, videos

creative / art direction + VFX
lighting + shading + post

Dream Technique

naming + dynamic identity