“Fine art is that
in which the hand,
the head and the heart
of man go to gether” – John Ruskin
What is art?
Is it a canvas at the gallery
Or a chello the when played bring tears to your eyes
Is it are children?
I think art is like the wind.
You can’t see or taste
But it ingulfs with all the beauty around us
Every moment, every breath, we are art.
More like a soft kiss that lasting a lifetime.