I want to paint…

I want to paint a silver snake slithering through the jungle of Brazil waiting patiently for a mouse to scuttle by.

I want to paint hungry piranha scuttling through the murky river wearing a posh bow tie and suit getting ready for diner like a man getting ready for work.

I want to paint a little brown harvest mouse leaping from stem to stem like an acrobat on a tightrope, expertly balancing on the thinnest blades of grass.

I want to paint the taste of a chocolate brownie as it melts in your mouth like an ice cube in hot water.

I want to paint the smell of a wet dog as it dribbles in the boot of the car.

I want to paint the sound of the wind as it hits the window with its almighty crash.

I want to paint the memory of when we first saw are granny’s new dog and his soft slick body.

I want to paint the impossibility of our body and how the brain can control everything we do and how are skin can reaper itself so quickly.