Art Is Dead

I Am The river of thought that flows through the imagination of those who connect with paper and pen As I slowly pick up my brush and swipe lines with a touch My fingers dance across the rigid structure and blend the lines to form something new Music fills my mind as I form a crease on the side of the skin that I've practiced on at least a thousand times They say my work isn't art but yet what is something that you pour your life into you perfect it to make beauty too Art nowadays can be accomplished by painting a canvas black, but that's not art; art comes from the heart When I was growing up, I dreamed I would be an artist, but I'm far from it That's what they said they all said I'll never amount to anything without Pencil and paper My canvas is from God above that's more art than we could ever dream of My medium is paint but not the paint that comes to your mind Mine is the kind that makes a face devine So yes I am an artist Don't put me on your con list I am an artist A makeup artist I put emotion in my work I'm just like you But you don't see that Do you Many colors run through my veins When I paint a picture on a person's face I am an artist, you can never take that from me I create beauty and smiles that appear on the faces of those I make creations on I am an artist and forever I'll be Creativity will always flow through me