Copenhagen, Paris, and Sweet Sweet Sarajevo: A Guide for Quitting Your Job and Crossing Europe

Many moons ago, probably illuminated by the light of a starry night, and a few glasses of wine, I came to the realization that my life needed more. This story begins at the start of the pandemic. I know, eye roll, but at this point, doesn’t every story start there? The world we knew melted into a Dali-like nightmarish dream state. It felt as if we were all players on a board and someone picked up our thimble or little red car and firmly put us back on square one. I’ve been interviewing artists for Juxtapoz for around three years now, since the heart of the pandemic, and not one conversation I’ve had hasn’t mentioned the time-warping influence of that…