VERA THE CAT
In the fathomless theatre of the quotidian, behold Vera: a feline sovereign whose every languid stretch and sardonic glance incarnates the baroque absurdity of our shared domestic purgatory. Here, amid the chiaroscuro of sun-splintered carpets and the Wagnerian drama of a packet of Purina upturned, the camera dares to chronicle her ineffable majesty, her existential ennui, her claws’ quiet Nietzschean insistence that the world — and the sofa — be remade in her image.