I want to paint

a sky blue iris gliding calmly like a professional dancer, lost in the music, without a care in the world,

a chocolate Labrador sitting with its kind owner on a grass green bench outside Costa Coffee,

an abandoned swing left to rot next to a pond with crunchy, bronze leaves daringly jumping into the green gunky water and a blue ocean furiously throwing itself onto a rocky mountain stood in the middle of nowhere.

I want to paint

my little sister engulfing her favourite dolls with plaited hair, protecting them with her life like a nurse,

a vanilla ice cream smothered in chocolate and toffee sauce, with crumbled cookies and a wafer sat on top and a beautiful piece of blossom hanging off a tree branch like a trapeze in a circus act outside Mr Magical’s house.