A Life Kayotic is a side project.
Which is a polite way of saying: this is where I put the creative overflow that didn’t ask to be monetized, scheduled, or optimized for SEO.
It’s a visual scrapbook of unfiltered ideas. The art I make when no one’s watching — and the stuff I’d probably still make even if they were.
Messy sketches, digital experiments, poetic ramblings, questionable metaphors, and whatever else refuses to be confined to a to-do list.
If my main portfolio is the cleaned-up living room where I host clients, this?
This is the blanket fort in the back with string lights and ink stains on the carpet.
Welcome. Watch your step.
Because sometimes, as a working creative, your brain needs a place to misbehave.
A place to make things that aren’t for anything.
No branding strategy. No productivity hacks.
Just paper, pixels, and the occasional existential crisis wrapped in glitter.
A Life Kayotic exists because perfection is exhausting and chaos — when gently encouraged — is kind of delightful.
This is where I remember how much I love creating for the sake of it.
No deadline. No deliverables. Just delight. Or drama. Or doodles. Depends on the day.
- Sketches with commitment issues. Some are half-finished. Others are quarter-baked. Most are just vibing.
- Poems disguised as to-do lists. Or maybe the other way around. Either way, feelings were involved.
- Digital experiments that started as “what ifs” and ended as “I guess this is a thing now.”
- Visual metaphors that may or may not make sense but sure look emotionally charged.
- Thought fragments wearing costumes. (They think they’re art now. Let’s not correct them.)
- Zine scraps, chaos maps, and strange little truths caught mid-metamorphosis.
- A few mistakes I liked too much to throw away. (Relatable, no?)
No clean themes. No promises of cohesion. Just a grab bag of artistic impulses that didn’t wait for approval — and probably wouldn’t have asked anyway.
You’ll find the process. The mess. The stuff I made instead of doing the other stuff I was supposed to do.
If you’re into creative detours, welcome home.
Hi. I’m Kristy; Web Developer, Visual Artist, and Serial Overthinker. I make clean, intuitive things for clients and complicated, weird things for myself.
A Life Kayotic is the latter.
If you’re looking for structured, polished, professional work —
Here’s my main portfolio
(There might be fewer coffee stains.)
If you’d rather stay in the sketchbook where things get weird and interesting, you’re in the right place. I can’t promise it’ll make sense, but I can promise it’ll be honest.
“Kayotic” wasn’t supposed to stick.
It was a placeholder. A half-joke. A clever mashup of chaotic and K, born from a late-night brainstorm and a deep affection for all things slightly unhinged but strangely poetic.
And yet… it fit.
Because this isn’t chaos in the destructive sense.
It’s the kind of chaos that spills paint across a table and decides it looks better that way.
The kind that stacks ideas on top of each other just to see what survives.
The kind that doesn’t need a grid, a strategy, or a clean ending to be worth something.
A Life Kayotic is exactly that —
A creative life lived slightly off-center, half-formed, fully felt.
It’s the sketchbook you show someone when you’re feeling brave.
The art that says “I don’t know where this is going, but I’m coming with it anyway.”
And if you’re here for it, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.
This isn’t a brand. It’s not a statement.
It’s not even all that consistent.
It’s a space where unfinished ideas get to stretch their legs.
Where creative tangents are celebrated, not trimmed.
Where making something just because is still a valid reason.
If you’re looking for polish, you might not find it here.
But if you’re looking for process, for play, for permission to make a mess —
well, you’re in good company.
Because sometimes the best art doesn’t come from knowing exactly what you’re doing.
It comes from showing up, scribbling anyway, and seeing what sticks.
This is the sketchbook page with coffee stains and too many layers.
It’s chaotic.
It’s K.
It’s exactly what it needs to be.
