...The idea of Blogs always seemed a little twisted to me. I suppose it's considered a journal for the public. But can anyone be completely honest in their writing when they know it is to be read by those who inspire the writing in the first place? Whatever the case, I was inspired to create this wall of my ideas by an amazing teacher who I worked with this summer at The New School For Drama. Her Blog is incredibly inspiring, lovely to read and wonderfully motivational. I'm not expecting to achieve this with my writings of a crazed twenty year old, but I hope to atleast brush the surface.

For those who don't know me, my name is Ryan. I was a perfectly wrapped Christmas present to my mom on December 24th 1986. I am an only child and grew up in Clifton Park NY..what many have come to call Pleasantville haha. My beautiful parents, Deborah and Lester (yes that was almost my name) are incredible, successful, and most importantly endlessly supportive of me. I am a performer and director with a work ethic and drive that help me to achieve great things on the stage. I have wonderful friends, wonderful teachers, and wonderful dreams.

I just had probably the most important and influential summer of my life. In June I attended the New School For Drama's summer musical theater immersion. Yea, ok so it sounds like theater camp but it goes so much farther than that. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to understand what those of us in this inaugural class went through, worked through, and achieved in these four weeks. People ask me everyday what happened, what went on, what did I learn, who did I meet. I tried at first to describe it but soon realized that you can't put into words an experience so deep and altering. When I think of it I get images of sweeping colors, deep reds and silky oranges. I see blinding lights and the deepest darkness. Rivers of tears, both happy and sad. Prickly energy running all over my skin and arms wrapped around me so tightly, holding me, keeping me from melting away all over our yoga mat covered floor. Hours of creating, sweating, pounding,re-evaluating,discussing,listening. We all kept a journal of our daily classes and I ended up with over three hundred pages of what I consider to be loose leaf paper lined in gold. So many images come to mind when I simply inhale and think of this place causing me to smile like a five year old.

Relaxation and breath are the most important things in life.

Redemption is only one inhale away.