Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from all the craziness in Artsyz. I mean, where do I even start? So, I’m a Visiting Prof, right? Just trying to do my thing, teach some kids, share some knowledge. But today? Pffft, it was like a rollercoaster on steroids.
First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Shevchenka Street, dodging potholes like I’m in some twisted video game. Artsyz is a small town, but lemme tell ya, those streets are like a maze. I swear I saw the same babushka three times. She was probably judging me.
Finally, I get to the university, and guess what? The lecture hall is packed! Like, standing room only. I’m thinking, “Wow, these kids must really wanna hear about the impact of postmodernism on contemporary art.” But nah, they were just there for the free coffee. I mean, who can blame them? That stuff is liquid gold.
So, I start my lecture, and halfway through, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of my epic rant about Duchamp? I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is a disaster!” Everyone’s scrambling out, and I’m just standing there, trying to salvage my dignity.
We end up outside on the lawn, and I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m just a guy in a blazer talking about art to a bunch of confused students.” But then, something wild happens. A street performer shows up. He’s juggling flaming torches! I mean, come on! This is Artsyz, not Vegas! But hey, I’m not complaining. The kids loved it.
After the chaos, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe is chill, and the borscht? OMG, it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m slurping it down, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. Turns out, he’s a retired artist. We’re bonding over our love for art, and he’s telling me about the local art scene. I’m like, “Dude, I need to come back here and paint!”
But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. Apparently, I’m supposed to give a talk at some gallery opening tonight. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for this!” But hey, I can’t say no. So, I chug my borscht, pay, and dash to the gallery on Pushkina Street.
When I get there, it’s packed. I’m talking fancy people, wine flowing, and art everywhere. I’m feeling a bit outta place in my jeans and sneakers. But whatever, I’m here to make an impression. I start talking, and honestly, I’m just winging it. But the crowd is vibing! I’m throwing in jokes, and they’re laughing. I’m like, “Wow, maybe I should do this more often!”
Then, I spot a piece that just blows my mind. It’s this massive mural of the city, and it’s stunning. I’m standing there, totally lost in it, when someone taps my shoulder. It’s that old dude from the café! He’s like, “Told ya Artsyz has talent!” I’m grinning ear to ear.
But then, the night takes a turn. I step outside for some fresh air, and it starts pouring. I’m talking torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this day has been a wild ride. I’m just standing there, drenched, thinking, “This is the most Artsyz thing ever.”
Finally, I make my way back to my hotel, still dripping wet. I can’t help but smile. Today was a mess, but it was my mess. Artsyz, you’ve got my heart. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!