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Meet the Artist Happy Hour with Skrauss

  • Mandala Yoga Racine 3205 Washington Avenue Racine, WI, 53405 United States (map)

Join us at the Mandala Studio on Friday July 11 from 5:30-7:30pm for a unique Meet the Artist Happy Hour with Skrauss

Bio or biofeedback? 

Through much suffering I, the Skrauss, have become an expert in the imaginative world of comics, mysticism, and humorous activity, though not a professional. Even though this sometimes misfires, without joking around, you can't make your friends laugh.  Without risking your soul, you can't never get out of the egg crate. Without curiosity you can't discover anything. I  love taking those risks, making those investigations.

Bio or bioengineering?

My biography or my interests? A list of occurrences, or my passions?  This is a psychological test, of you. I, The Skräuss, chose art school over a trade, I chose to make pictures rather than begin a career. I chose books and mysticism over social events. This has led through involvement in fundamentalist Christianity (of the Pentecostal school), the occult, Andean mystical praxis, and finally to a dip into Siberian shamanism.  While covid raged across our civilization, I enjoyed the best years of my life via a psychedelic awakening experience in Salt Lake City. 

If none of that scratches the, "Who is this The Skräuss person, anyways?" itch, then binge my enormous video output on YouTube and instagram. I am the first hit when googling "The Skräuss." That's got to be worth something. That is, worth some kind of respect and/or a way to pass the time. When I taught middle school, the kids were amused by all that. It's an SEO coup.

Bio or biohack?

 I am a very large secret in plain sight. Or I'm a very insignificant secret out of sight. I've forgotten most of it, most of my bio. What about the time I almost drowned in toxic waste? What about the miracle of the pecans?  What about the time Dr. Bronner's son gave me fifty bucks for copies of two stories? I'm a mixed sack of emotions, a seething cauldron of unprecedented humanity, nothing special, nothing mundane. A teacup in a tempest. A tantrum in beige. A dynamo. A snore. A fingernail found on the farthest shore.


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