I want to paint the impossibility of gliding gracefully off the top of Mount Everest like a victorious vulture
I want paint the sound of sizzling sausages crackling as I cook them like there is popping fireworks in my pan
I want to paint the smell a blazing barbeque burning in my back garden
I want to paint the distance between the planet Pluto and a turquoise turtle’s foot
I want the paint the memory of the elation I got when I hit my first Prescot hockey ball .