A Kewpie doll rendered in toxic pink and black stands against a washed-out turquoise field, caught in a web of abstract lettering that looks halfway between graffiti and decay. The figure’s glassy eyes and small horns blur the line between innocence and possession, like a child’s toy resurrected as a cult idol.
The bright background feels chemical, almost artificial, amplifying the sense that something sweet has gone wrong. It’s equal parts cartoon and contagion, an image that looks back at you with a smile that never belonged to a toy.
