It seems I wasn’t sick all that long ago. In fact, I’m sure the last time I was sick was the begining of summer. Sore throat, cough, runny nose, chest pains, and of course, the Dextromethorphan Jaggies. That doesn’t stop all three painting classes though. I am going to base all of my paintings on places I’d rather be and things I’d rather be doing than sitting in Painting Class with Yolanda. This could include anything from beautiful beaches with giant 12-story arcades, to an image conveying a man rolling around in a kiddy pool full of broken glass and lemon juice and aftershave.