My Body, As It Is — A Video Collage of Real Life

Not a music video. A memory mosaic. A body in bloom.

I didn’t film this with a full crew or a high-dollar lens.
I filmed this in stolen moments across Saint Petersburg — the pier, the bay, the Dali Museum glinting behind me, my office, the grass outside USF, the streets that know my name.

What you’re about to see isn’t a traditional music video. It’s something queerer, rawer, more me.

This is a strobe-lit body collage — a fractured, flickering, fast-cut mosaic of what it means to exist fully and unapologetically in this skin.

Each clip lasts less than two seconds.
Each frame holds a different angle of truth.
I’m lip-syncing to my own story — not performing it, but embodying it.

You’ll see me:

  • Flex in the gym

  • Laugh in the car

  • Paint my nails

  • Rollerblade toward the sun

  • Walk through corporate spaces like they belong to me

  • Take up space in public without apology

Every location shifts. The energy doesn’t.
Because the point is — this body is real everywhere. Not just when the lighting hits right or when the mood feels poetic.

🎥 The Editing Language

This video is built like memory:
Associative. Rhythmic. Full of flashes that don’t explain themselves but still land in the chest.

It doesn’t unfold. It collides.
Moments echo each other across time and setting — a gym wrist flick mirrors a nail file swipe. A tired stare becomes a smirk on the highway.

You don’t need a plot to feel the impact.
You just need a heartbeat.

🧍🏽‍♂️ The Body, As It Is

Every clip centers the body.
Not as a symbol. Not as a prop. But as the full architecture of the frame.

I’m not hiding. Not shrinking.
I’m dancing, stretching, laughing, stomping — present in all versions of me.

Goofy and glam. Tired and triumphant. Ordinary and divine.
All of it gets to exist.

Because that’s what embodiment means to me now:
Not a performance of strength.
But a messy, moving, glittergrit collage of truth.

🔗 Watch the Video

Watch the full video here →
Or scroll to the player below and experience it for yourself.

Then, maybe ask yourself:
Where does your body feel most real? And what would it look like if you filmed it?

Thanks for watching.
Thanks for seeing me.
— Adam Rye


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Adam Rye

About Adam Rye

Adam Rye is a queer country poet with glittergrit soul and heartland roots. Born Adam Ryan Morrison in the Midwest, he trimmed Ryan down to Rye to capture wide fields, fresh green buds and a new chapter of growth. Here you’ll find songs and stories that blend gentle honesty, playful rebellion and a little weed-lit magic.

What to expect

– behind-the-scenes songwriting moments from living room chord practice to napkin lyric spills

– stripped-down acoustic sessions and music previews

– poetry readings that taste like barn dances at dusk

– reflections on life love sobriety and the spark that keeps us blooming

Join the ride and let’s tumble down this dusty rainbow together.

https://adamrye.com
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