Colours flowed across the page as I elegantly swayed the paint brush over the paper. Painting had always been my strong point and probably always will but that was not the only reason I loved to paint. Art is something that can describe anything through pictures or by the slightest movement of the hand. It calms the body and lets imagination flow just like writing. splish! splash! More paint plopped onto the page creating the image of rain tumbling out of the sky. I quickly caressed the paper with the brush once again, this time making birds swooping and dive bombing around the Earth. Golden feathers and silver beaks glinting in the sunlight. I grinned as for the one millionth time I had produced a work of an artist!