Brooklyn, NY
Kaitlyn Michaux
KAITLYN / Michaux
Painter Systems Writer

Based in Brooklyn. Across mediums I explore structures from within and try to locate myself. The same patterns bleed into each other: observations of energy and flow and data and power. My paintings, writings, and technical work are not different pursuits but rather the same tendency wearing different faces. I am in constant tension with the big picture. Seeking some reigning How or Why, I instead end up deep in the weeds, missing the forest and the trees for the bark and the leaves.

Paint
Strawberry Heart
001

« Strawberry Heart »

30 × 40 IN — ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

« Strawberry Heart »

An anatomical heart adorned and dripping with the bejeweled sweetness of a strawberry. Thoughts on romance and suffering, and how we debase ourselves for the other.

Dreamscales
002

« Dreamscales »

40 × 30 IN — ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

« Dreamscales »

Illusions in the depths. Hooks and the lines that reel us without our knowing.

Venus in the House of Flies
003

« Venus in the House of Flies »

30 × 40 IN — ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

« Venus in the House of Flies »

Inspired by Aphrodite's clam shell, a reimagined bivalve filled with pearls and sticky lust. A patriarchal cost.

Riot Dog
004

« Riot Dog »

24 × 24 IN — ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

« Riot Dog »

Iced out fangs on a riot dog. Riot dogs, beloved and brave, who instinctively align with the heart of the people against state violence.

methods

Product Vision visuals
User Experience lens
Data Logic fluency
Agile / Jira workflow
Laboratory Sciences origin

I first worked as a scientist in the lab executing methods that require regimented and procedural thinking. But where I've always been naturally inclined is in broader systems: understanding things top to bottom, their relatedness, their dependency.

As Product Owner for a web application built within the biotech industry, that systems thinking takes on its most practical form. Thinking in tables and databases and queries, in interface and visuals and experience; it is all surprisingly similar to the excavations I walk in my art.

The granularity renders at a higher resolution. My nature compels me to go down, down, down. Disassemble and reassemble and question and Know. Play with the pieces until I discover their names, their utility, their language.

My art practice lets me break out of my own boxes whereas my professional work asks me to build them. Yet I only ever find myself in a bigger box with rules and boundaries less discernable than before.

Writings

wyrd
word

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Compilation in progress.

POETRY — SHORT FICTION — POLITICAL ESSAY