I want to paint the warm embrace of a warm fire and a mug of hot tea waiting for me. 

I want to paint my friend’s labrador sticking his barking head out of a cat flap as the mailman walks by and joy spreading through the streets.

I want to paint the moment when the crimson sun appears out from the calm, blue ocean.

I want to paint the sound of a blue macaw squawking as dawn breaks over the vast jungle.

I want to paint the impossibility of worlds clashing like colours mixing on a paint pallet.

I want to paint the smell of a rose, its perfect petals shimmering like sequins in the morning sun.

I want to paint a mighty oak, its leaves swaying in the gentle breeze and its acorns falling like stones to the floor.

I want to paint birds swooping, dancing through the trees, singing in unison and waking up the world.

I want to paint clouds swirling overhead as a vicious storm begins to brew.

I want to paint the moment when the door to escape sorrow is opened to the world.

I want to paint the curtain falling at the end of a play.