Queen Cobra Graphic Tank

Hooded. Coiled. Wearing a cross like a dare and a rose like a eulogy. The Queen Cobra doesn't announce herself — the design does that, if you can read it. And it's not easy to read. That's the point. Nineteen rounds of refinement to get the ink to behave, to get the scales to hold, to get the detail to survive the print. What's left is exactly what was supposed to survive. Neon yellow. Black ink. The kind of piece that rewards the people who look twice.