Mrs. Tough Guy, students’ acrylic paint, pastel, plywood, wife’s old worn-out pajamas, staples. 9.99″ tall -+, 2014.
When my wife gets sick, it’s like she’s not even sick. She goes on throughout the day, hard enough as it is, not complaining, not sighing, not nothing — just takes it. Tough! Tougher than me that’s for sure.