I am an artist – an entertainer in every sense of the word. I live for art. Art is why I get out of bed most days. And I don’t have a whole lot of say about it…. The impulse oozes out my pores and into my essence. I get EXCITED about organizing my jewelry box. Every thought becomes a plausible song lyric. Every open mic an opportunity to be understood. I live for craft day, okay, picking out my clothes every morning is an exciting opportunistic projection of expression. Cooking dinner turns in to Instagram masterpieces, with a slight inkwell filter. I have a tendency to turn my bedroom is a temple, with candles and sentimental shades of beauty. My bumper stickers have to say something. I live to dance and I love to sing. Sing. SING! Every moment is a chance to throw my hand up with a classy twist and a punch line (KISS) to wish you away on the ultimate ride. Tonight, I want to throw a party and invite everybody I know. Get ‘em all in one room until they are best friends and forget to even call me when they throw their own parties. When I do get invited, I’m on the guest list. Because I am an artist. In every sense of the title. In every sense of the curse. In ever sense of a blessing. I am an artist, and it’s the artist’s job, nay, DUTY, to preserve the past while creating the future, in a sense, providing comfort to those who do witness its glory. Art is like God… not understandable. not comprehendible. not really tangible. but still very powerful, if you chose to accept it and see it for what it is. I often underestimate the artistic tendencies pulsing through my DNA, I just know that I have to express this…. this… this thing. It’s art. It’s, me. And maybe you it’s you, too…. all of us, at different times in different ways get lucky and have something worthwhile to say. And this really isn’t about luck. This isn’t about entitlement. This is not my ego screaming at your ego for telling me to sit down and shut up and listen (or don’t listen) to THIS or THAT Art, no… This is an infinite-way conversation ever-evolving composite of passion ready to erupt at any time. This is not easy. This is not profitable. This isn’t an option. The question is, do you have the time to share/care? Because if not… my art will go fleetingly smooth into the night with all of the contributors who’ve come before and will ride again. Should you chose to care, about this one artist, in one moment, creating this one memory, choose to remember this:
Art, is possibly the only thing that will be left when we are gone. Let it legacize yourself, and to each his own, with honor. And don’t forget to do it with a smile… because the show will go on. Question is, would you rather be in the audience or on stage?
Love,
MissConception
Miss Conception 
In answer to your closing question: sometimes one, sometimes the other, but when you’re a performer I’m always thrilled to be in the audience!