Art is beauty and sometimes its to good to be on paper. Some people draw art others pant it. Some make art by thinking and erasing others let there hands do the work. Art has been with us sence the beggining and will stay with us intill we leave it. Some people see art as a blessing, a true merical from who evers up there. Others hope never to see it, for it they think will kill them. Some people are art, others become it. Tell me what are you?