Plastic Nirvana

Emi Kusano places her own face at the centre of a spiral of product packaging, Buddhist motifs, faded retro devices, costume accessories and vintage advertisements. Three hundred self-portraits are fed into a custom diffusion model; the artist then adjusts the colour range by hand until skin and plastic share the same synthetic sheen. Every splice happens in software, fusing memory, merchandise and flesh into one lacquered surface.
The ring of relics forms a mandala that mixes worship and oversupply. At its core is bonnō—restless craving that shapes people, binds societies together and, unchecked, erodes the planet that sustains them. The face wavers between human and branded object, asking whether the body can stay sacred once it is priced like any other thing. The gallery lights are still, yet the code beneath the image keeps running, reminding us that the moment we look we are already adding fuel to the machine of desire.