Ry Fyan

Ry Fyan, Head Cracker, collage, 2009

interview by JADE BARREAU

 

I FIRST MET RY FYAN IN 2006. Dash Snow and I were standing on a street corner in downtown New York. Ry arrived and he and Dash hugged each other, giggling like little kids. Then Dash introduced me. Ry was painfully shy and fidgety. We went to a Japanese restaurant on St. Marks Place where I sat and listened to the two of them bounce ideas back and forth. Ry was fascinatingly obsessive and sensitive. We spent the whole night together — une nuit blanche — ending up at Dash’s studio in the early morning. The sun came up as Ry and I were slow dancing tightly and he told me that he loved me. Over the years I’ve come to know Ry as a lover and as a painter of mind-blowingly detailed images, ones…