I want to paint the smell of freshly cut grass like lavender blooming in your garden

I want to paint the memory of when I first ridden my bike without stabilizers

I want to paint the distance between of Mount Everest and the very bottom of the Mariana Trench

I want to paint the impossibility of morphing into my Westie cross Poodle

I want to paint the sound of sizzling sausages cooking in the tray