I want to paint…

the memory of my mum mowing the grass, like a tiger ripping up it’s prey,

the sweet taste of rosy red raspberries.

I want to paint…

the smell of freshly baked beautiful brownies,

the scent of a gloomy manor as toxic as an undead army.

I want to paint…

the strange impossibility of magnets sticking to an oak tree,

the memory of my Siamese staring intently at the rain tapping on my window.

I want to paint life’s beautiful oddities.