I want to paint the memory of my great grandad, working hard to create the first army jet of world war two.

I want to paint the feel of watching a scarlet sunrise, the grass blowing in the soft grass.

I want to paint the dark sound of the ocean depths, no one knowing what lies beneath.

I want to paint the taste of savory, soft chicken shooting down your throat.

I want to paint the mystery of what undiscovered sights lie above in space.

I want to paint the feel of dropping deep below the sea to find the legendary Kraken.

I want to paint the sound of fierce, colossal dragons flying in the breeze.

I want to paint the sight of a galloping horse racing across a field, leaping over the hurdle.

I want to paint the sight of a graceful kinkajou, swinging from tree to tree.