I create; take me hands, I’ll sing; my voice, I’ll dance; my legs… I’ll dream. I create. The beauty of my art is that it is a part of my whole being. My art is my heart and they cannot be separated. I am often asked… “how long have you been an artist?” and my answer is always the same, “my whole life.” I do understand the nature of the question but I believe it denies what being an artist is. I do not do art I am art, it is the most genuine me. My medium is the world around me. Yes, I paint but I also swim in the ocean, collect shells, love with every piece of my soul, write poetry, cry over broke hearts, and try to save every creature in need. This is art to me; using each moment, each experience, and putting into motion to isolate and share it in the most beautiful way my body allows. Sometimes that will end up on a canvas, other times in words, or even in the expression of movement. As an artist, I feel it is my obligation to be honest, transparent, and forthcoming with what it is to follow my passion for happiness and peace through being genuine to exactly who I am… Marilyn Monroe said “I’m selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I’m out of control, and at times hard to handle…” I relate to that but in the most loving way toward myself. My name is RyAnne, I go by Ry, if you’d like my resume… you’ve misunderstood my art. My art is only mine in its creation. Once it has been sent out into the world it is no longer mine to define.