Contemplating the duality of being both "tough" and "soft" as a tattooed, femme gal. I joke about my scorpion/barb wire hand being my "tough hand", and my venus/crescent moon/cry now, cry later hand my "soft" hand. Existing in white mans world means an overarching narration of expectations of women, but fuck that.
This is first attempt at freehand painting, on vintage leather elbow-high opera gloves, small size. Based on many of my own tattoos.