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8/2/2026


I try to write my About blurb again

I am an artist trapped in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, with roots in Illinois and feathers left in Atlanta. I am apparently in conversation with the world around me, thinking about how we have historically existed as humans, and how technology has altered our ways of life. Our connection to animals is as important as our connection to ourselves. And, we are always forming such narrow scopes of what is and is not socially acceptable; We need to remember that life happens in many different ways and not just on a paved, well-trodden path. Some people are forced into the wilderness and must walk out there to find their way-- it does not mean they are evil. If anything, those who travel the wilderness learn valuable, sometimes ancient knowledge. Stuff that's been forgotten over the ages.

Everyone must remember that the times are a-changing. We keep inventing new-fangled weird machines that suck our brains out into our palms and catapult our consciousnesses into a cloud. It didn't used to be that way. Have you seen how the light on the horizon tickles your heart?

As a life-long friend of the rat, I embrace the scrappy, odd, adorable outcast. Humans really aren't that different from vermin. Rats, like us, contain the dual reputation as being terrible as well as extremely cute and intelligent. They are small, and yet in numbers, quite overwhelming. Humans and rats also have a deal where we dissect them sometimes and use them in science. I don't do that, but I am interested in writing fiction about them. I want to show the other side of rats, the one that we can't quantify. Like us, the magic extra part of living that we can't derive with the scientific method.

With an ultrasonic microphone, I am attempting to hear their voices. Did you know rats have languages that differ from colony to colony? They have names for eachother. The scientists have proven this to be true. I want to know

what the rats call me (stinky human).

When I write, the words hang in the air around me and I grab them. I can only put down what I understand, though. Whatever I grasp has to come out, molded to the shape of my container. Like liquid in different sized glasses, like dough smooshed through a mold, it comes out whatever my shape is.

I operate Media,
LLC and
my first novel:
"Manifesto Of The Black Eels"
Selma Sucil (my pen-name)

I have been working:
graphic designer/print professional
museum educator
assistant
special needs
background
painter and art
director
on TV shows such as!!!!

Storyboarding at the
southern climate.
I missed the climate
the hemlock cathedrals of Northern Wisconsin.
It was surprising
Since moving to Sheboygan, Wisconsin


beach-life on Lake Michigan.


Nature, painting, and Lighting
a big role

I am forever

discussing the opposing machinations of society and wilderness

a future
where we remember
to stay connected

Jo Schramer is
with our environment.
The natural and the
artificial.
The wilderness, and the citadel.
Nature and humanity.

What's up with that? Who decided to guard a bunch of plants behind some walls and call it a garden? Why is it so nice to go sit by a pretty stream in the woods and fish? Why do humans have such rigid expectations of society? And, why are we all in this messed up world of screens and concrete?

seek to reconnect our current age::::
$capital-driven, rapid>>>, technological 0101
with organic, shared human and animal ᓚᘏᕐᐷ

As a former figure and ground plays an
important role in Schramer’s work; With an eye

they consistently
assess how we connectIn plein-aire
the zen, deep-listening
consider how we become
through breath,
chemical,
emotion,
comprehension
other

Through screens, the artificial light connects to our inner imagination, inventing a new world
technology alters the human experience.
we create it for this purpose

Jo Schramer's work contains a gradient of tone, from goofy, to poetic and speculative, and sometimes. On the more humorous side of things,
Jo has kept pet rats since childhood.
To Schramer,
rats represent a misunderstood, radical outcast, and are an example of our limited, human-centered experience of reality. They are a dissonant existence: both undesired vermin, as well as intelligent, sweet animals. In this way, they are very similar to humans, who are capable of holding a broad range of complex identities and actions.

By embracing the oddity, , Schramer embraces their inner oddity, and makes

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