I want to paint an owl observing down at trees shadows moving slowly to the sound of the whispering wind in a cold and lonely night that is as deep and dark as coal.

I want to paint a girl dancing in the soft, deep white snow with no sound except from the snow crunching below her small feet.

I want to paint a brand new bike beaming in the sunlight of the fresh morning.

I want to paint the taste of Lemon cake tickling my taste buds and the warmth of hot tea in the afternoon.

I want to paint the sound of fire crackling in the camping area while I go to sleep.