About Raye

Raye creates art and immersive experiences that invite radical authenticity, emotional truth, and bold self-expression. Whether through mixed media, costume design, fire flow, or intimate workshops, her work becomes a space for awakening — where creativity meets connection and transformation.

She creates immersive, emotionally charged experiences — through art, movement, costume, and ritual. Her work lives at the intersection of play and provocation, vulnerability and vision.
Raye has spent years in systems that asked for everything and gave back little. For anyone who’s ever been handed a Styrofoam cup after building an empire, her art is a reclamation. A return. A refusal to shrink.

Once quiet and off the grid, she has returned louder, freer, and more intentional than ever. Her mission is to help others do the same — to think for themselves, speak their truth, and use the tools available to them (including AI) to build lives rooted in meaning, not performance.

Raye creates a container for the curious, the courageous, and the kind — those ready to reclaim their voice and rise with integrity in a world that desperately needs more of it.

🎵 “Spin the Wheel”

[Verse 1]
Woke up with ash on my fingertips
Last night’s dream still clingin’ to my lips
The ghosts of old gigs and golden chains
Dancin’ in circles, whisperin’ names

A laptop cracked, a coffee cold
A hamster wheel made out of gold
But I ain’t runnin’ in that loop no more
I’m breakin’ out through the basement floor

[Pre-Chorus]
They measured wealth in things and fear
But I’m countin’ soul and sweat and tears

[Chorus]
So spin the wheel, let it burn, let it build
Let the fire light up what the silence killed
I got paper dreams and steel in my voice
Today I choose — today I make the choice
To live art loud, to chase what’s real
To measure my wealth in how I feel

[Verse 2]
Duct-taped visions and secondhand hopes
Turn to diamonds under pressure, under scope
They said “start small,” but my heart don’t shrink
It’s a universe dressed in black and pink

[Bridge]
Gucci ghosts, Teslas fade
I want meaning, not a masquerade
Let them chase what they can’t own
I’m building something of my own

[Final Chorus]
So spin the wheel, let it burn, let it build
Let the laughter rise up where the shame once filled
Strapped to a dream, but now I steer
Riding this chaos without fear
Today’s not waiting — it's here, it’s real
And I’m measuring my wealth in what I feel

[Outro — Spoken, soft]
What if you measured your wealth in your experiences…
And how others experienced you?
Would you be rich?