Jason Handelsman's Psychedelic and Personal Exploration of Echos Myron Art Show
Art by the author.
Disclaimer: Jason Handelsman will be exhibiting his artwork at this Echos Myron show.
Did you know that one of the most evil men in the history of the world, who was culpable for the systematic slaughter of millions of innocent people, was a struggling multi-media artist like us? The fact that he could not get into art school stoked his hatred for Jews and homosexuals and his fascination with ancient symbols led him to a cosmic planetary level of completely negative turmoil.
I do not want this to happen to you. I want your innovative artwork (as a reflection of your life) to be so extremely positive so that it remodels our big beautiful world into an even more magnificent place. You are an incredible person, and I love you so much.
But wait, before we proceed, I would like to share some pertinent info regarding an upcoming art exhibition (you must attend the opening reception tonight) as well as a relevant personal anecdote as to how I was abducted by Nazi aliens back in the early '90s. That is correct, I was taken aboard the "Aryan" spaceship, where I saw some incredible and hideous things.
Because of the esoteric nature of this group show taking place at the Art and Culture Center of Hollywood, titled Echos Myron (curated by Beatriz Monteavaro and Priyadarsini Ray), I'm offering you a challenge. Let us astrally project together to a time in our galaxy when Robin Williams and Kurt Cobain were both alive and getting kicks out of their millions of dollars. Bear with me a moment, this personal tale will demonstrate how the 38 musicians and artists in this exhibition have been wired together to create the circuitry of a vast and intricate celestial contraption.
Back in the early '90s, two fabulous South Florida prog-metal/sludge bands: Cavity and Machine, shared a warehouse/rehearsal space in a dark, Southwestern corner of Miami. Having been friends with a number of the band's members during that glorious era, I frequently found myself hanging out in this delightful communal space. At that time in my life, I was swimming in a deep abyss of narcotics, more especially, hallucinogenics. In fact, if anyone had asked, "What do you do, young man?" during that period of my life, my answer was simply, "Drugs."