I want to paint…

I want to paint

the whooshing wind flying through my hair on a bright summer’s morning, the moment we all returned to school as excited as puppies. Two people having a fast and furious snowball fight in the smooth, icy snow, a family reunited opening Christmas presents in their lounge, with a looming Christmas tree swaying in the corner. A new born baby lamb baaing with it’s mum. Some friends on a magical adventure floating away towards the horizon. 

I want to paint

A Lamborghini flying down the M4 at 80 mph making the noise like a lion as it whooshes past. Or a castle standing majestically on the edge of a cliff, inside a luxurious man lay on a soft sofa drinking Champagne. Inside another house, just down a country lane, some sheep down tried desperately to get the sheep back into their pen.