I want to paint                                                                                                                  by Daisy and James

I want to paint a carnival; the smell of popcorn, the busy stall workers, all beneath a star-soaked sky like a curtain of blackness, with stars like twinkling lights above. I want to paint a road sign in the shadows of the night. Or a bird, blue from head to toe in newly grown feathers, taking its first flight out of the tree. I want to paint a roaring motorbike zooming through the city during rush hour like a sped up video.

I want to paint a Harley Davidson, its matt-black paint and shining silver spokes all glinting in the crisp morning sunlight. I want to paint a fierce lion with a tail like a strand of string. I want to paint a washing machine, rattling like the tail of a rattlesnake whilst doing its daily cycle.

I want to paint a dinosaur with a tail as long as a building laying on its side. I want to paint my dog, merlin, barking his head off at a kite suspended in time, high above the beach we are walking on.