I want to paint…

I want to paint

the silence of a summer sunset seeping through the window, smothering a warm glow upon the room, 

a determined daffodil dancing like a ballerina as it fearlessly battles the wind which dares to carry it away,

the movement of a magical, elegant horse with sparkling eyes as it gallops freely through the moving meadow,

the mysterious magic of the Northern Lights as they illuminate the inky black sky, with shades of emerald, sapphire and amethyst; a bejewelled wondrous watercolour.

I want to shade

an autumn morning, with bright amber and scarlet leaves scattered upon the cold wet ground, rustling around as the wind wildly whirls them about,

the essence of a cherry blossom tree, effortlessly swaying in the air, dancing gracefully on a summer evening breeze,

the smell of an english garden, housing an abundance of exotic and sensational flowers, capturing the pure beauty of something so ordinary,

I want to sketch

the murmur of birds chanting their sensational and utterly spectacular bird call, singing for all to hear on a crisp winter’s morning, sounding so natural that many ignore,

the action of a lethal lion pouncing on its prey, tearing the creatures skin and snapping many bones, 

The feeling of isolation as a lonely and vulnerable clownfish, wanders away not knowing what’s to come and not knowing how big of a mistake it’s made.