I want to paint — the sound of eagles howling in the night mid air and the taste of salty wind flowing in the forest.

I want to paint — a towering, vast tree that sways through the depths of the shadows.

I want to paint — a silent sliver sunrise shining on the abandoned, crooked cottage in the mysterious  forest.

I want to paint — the smell of acrid smoke floating away from a burning fire.

I want to paint — the memory of my grandma trotting through the impenetrable forest.

I want to paint — the distance between the abandoned house and the end of the forest.

I want to paint — the smell of flames burning in a dangerous fire full of hot wood cooking.

I want to paint — the taste of scarlet,red berries stuck on some ivy bushes.