I want to paint…
the taste of my Nan’s roast dinners like the best present on Christmas morning,
the taste of sausage sandwiches for breakfast there like best taste ever .
i want to paint…
the memory of my friends together as we get closer by the minute,
the memory of my family at Cornwall sitting on the beach in the summers sun
the memory of baking with my Nan the beautiful baked cakes are the best .
I want to paint …
my cat sleeping in my bed like a silent angel ,
the feel of butterflies landing on my hand like a tickle running down my arm .
I want to paint myself at home .