The Red Queen 
She doesn't rule by love. She rules by fire. This is The Red Queen — a vintage vixen in rockabilly glamour, holding her own heart in her hand like it’s just another part of the outfit.

I painted her as the ultimate femme fatale of Wonderland. She doesn’t wait to be hurt — she rips her own heart out before anyone else gets the chance. There’s power in that. She’s not heartless — she owns her pain, wears it with pride, and dares you to make her feel something.

Her style is 1950s rebellion meets dark fantasy royalty — all curves, danger, and unapologetic dominance. She’s sexy, but it’s the kind of sexy that scares you. Untouchable. Sharp. Like she could kiss you or kill you, and you wouldn’t know which until it was too late.