First we take Barcelona, the we take...Belgrade!

     The most amazing things happen while you're napping!  I wasn't going to blog today, I didn't think I had anything to say.  I was just going to go about my day, painting, eating (eating, Lord, eating!  Misty made the best homemade sausage and then made me the best breakfast burrito ever!  But, I digress), and chillin' out, enjoying the considerably cooler weather.  That was the plan, until I got up and checked my email. ...(insert dramatic pause music here).

     Some time ago, my management team convinced me that I should stretch myself as an artist; that I should get out there, see what the world offered and take advantage of opportunities, especially those abroad.  And if you know my "management team", you know it's really just one teeny tiny, 100 pound whirlwind of "don't even try to argue", so I agreed, as apprehensive as I was.  She knew of my lifelong dream of someday not just visiting, but living in Europe for a period of time, to really experience the culture, the people, the food, heck, just life in another place.  There's nothing better for artistic inspiration than being immersed in the sights, sounds, smells and vibe of someplace new.

​Well, I don't have all the details yet, and a lot of organizing, funding applications and fundraising will come before anything actually happens, but it looks like I'll be able to immerse myself in just that for a bit!  And the best part, I can bring Misty and Baby (as if I would ever go anywhere without them)!  I've been accepted to take part in an art residency in the historic city of Belgrade! Imagine, this chubby (but currently shrinking) fella from little old Fredericton, now transplanted to Cornwall, the misfit crazy Aspie that couldn't do school or hold a job, the guy that's pretty sure even his parents figured would never amount to much, has been invited to work and collaborate with some of the world's best up and coming and mid-level artists in one of the world's most historic cities for up to 6 months!  I won't lie, on this the day that is 48 hours before my 48th birthday, I'm kinda feelin' myself!  As I learn more about the details, I'll keep you posted, until then, management is forcing me to learn Serbian, so far, I can say "cat" (it's "matcha").

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