I want to paint my two-year-old brother playing with his favourite pale teddy,

I want to paint the taste of scarlet strawberries sitting in the dish, sprinkled with sweet sugar.

I to paint the smell of delicious bacon sizzling in the hot frying pan.

I want to paint the sound the deafening thunder crashing through the dark stormy night sky.

I want to paint the memory of the terrifying star-wars ride that went fast as butter of a hot butter.