Outrageous Fortune

Ok so I had to change the name and address of the blog. Firstly, because most things that pop up when you Google "Milly" seem to be either fashion-related or pornographic, and those looks aren't really me, and secondly because my shizz is all sunny-side up lately. It could be that the warm weather has improved my outlook pretty dramatically, or it could be the therapist.

You guys, I can't even tell you. Wait, of course I can. That's why we're here! I have learned something about myself that has changed my whole perspective and made me feel a lot more confident and happy.

In the past I have been hesitant to call myself an artist because it sounds so pompous, and I always thought people who described themselves that way were probably asses. I have recently learned that the word doesn't actually refer to any opinion of one's body of work (and why did I think it did?)but in reality just describes a particular type of person.

An artist is someone who is very sensitive and feels things deeply, and has a creative impulse to express those feelings. They have an important role in society. They feel things on our behalf and make records of them to show to us later, any time we forget or go numb inside and just want to feel something. This is a painting of War. You've seen Toulouse-Lautrec's poster paintings of can-can girls? Of course you have. That's Paris in the 20's. Now you've been there, as he saw it.

So yeah, I'm overly sensitive and I forget things and I lose track of conversations because of errant scents wafting past and I'd rather be inside my own head than just about anywhere else. Well that's how I'm supposed to be. Because I am an artist and you need me. If you don't appreciate that it's OK. I probably think you're an asshole, too. But I'm still going to do my job.