The Scream

I painted this during finals on my first week back to my painting class.  I hadn't been able to go for a few months since I had been working every Tuesday morning.  This whole work thing is really getting in the way of life.

 

The last half of the quarter was especially crazy.  I agreed to take on another 4 credit class for the second half of the quarter.  The first half is taught by someone from PE and the second half is taught by a nutrition instructor.  It includes nutrition for a couple weeks, but then veers off into other health topics I just don't know that much about.  It isn't a technical class, but on top of the other classes and my work at the kid's school, and Primary, and everything else, it was just a little bit much.  Sometimes you just want to scream.  Instead I paint.

 

I love this photo of Buddy Boy.  He looks like he is screaming, but I think he is just making a funny face.  This is an old picture.  He is probably four.  I think I like it because he isn't really like this, but sometimes the scream just needs to come out. 

Remind you am anything?

Next quarter I trade my Saturday morning class for Friday afternoons and skip the extra class, much better.  One day a week that I don't need to get up and be somewhere will make all the difference.  The Friday afternoon still interferes with the weekends, but not as much.