I Am Queen

Against an uncompromising field of yellow, the hybrid sovereign—part lioness, part adorned woman—sits with theatrical poise, her red dress flaring like a warning flare amid intricately tattooed flesh that reads as both armor and autobiography. The perched birds and the zebra-bodied beast beneath her form a precarious ecology of power: beauty and control balanced on a coiled spring, suggesting dominance that is always elastic, always ready to recoil. By suturing species and symbols into a single emblematic body, the work turns fantasy into critique—of spectacle, identity, and the constructed hierarchies we ride in order to be seen.