A rush of color, sweetness, and sensory overload. A woman emerges from liquid darkness, radiant and untouchable, as a stream of lemons and citrus spills from her mouth, part refreshment, part release. Behind her, a chaotic collage of eyes, faces, and fragmented thoughts pulses like a saturated dream.
Psychedelic Lemonade plays with consumption and overflow, what we take in, what we can’t contain, and what inevitably pours back out. Sharp, sweet, and just a little overwhelming.