artist statement
Kait Mauro (b. 1991, Pittsburgh) is an experimental artist whose work explores the emotional undercurrents of lived experience. Through a multidisciplinary practice grounded in intuition and honesty, she creates visual languages for what words can’t quite reach.
Guided by curiosity and ritual, Kait works with natural materials and slow processes that evoke both stillness and movement. Her work is known for its reflection of the natural world, fluid mark-making, and intricate layered textures.
She has recently begun experimenting with asemic writing—a visual approach to language that embraces imperfection and open interpretation—bridging her love for visual art and poetry.
Mauro also incorporates film photography into her creative practice, drawn to its unpredictability and timeless cinematic quality—an extension of her desire to be more present and surrender control.
Her work holds space for reflection rather than resolution, posing questions to the viewer:
What is asking for my devotion?
What exists just outside the frame of my attention, waiting to be faced?
Where can I stand in more presence?
Now based on the coast five miles from the Gulf of Mexico, Kait finds rhythm and grounding in the seascape surrounding her studio.
personal bio
I’m an introspective and introverted abstract artist, film photographer, poet, and writer living three miles from the Gulf of Mexico with my five dogs and piles of books.
I’m new down here and am absolutely enamored with palm and crepe myrtle trees.
→ My poetry book, “Don’t Flinch,” is coming out on November 11th!
Lately, I’ve been working with alcohol inks made from crystals. I love the meditative quality of creating these pieces because, as they have such a mind of their own, my inner critic and perfectionism have to take a backseat.
There is a meditative quality to tilting the paper slowly again and again to gently disturb the inks and create intricate layers of gold-foiled texture. It’s a beautifully centering process.
I’m a little Buddh-ish spiritual weirdo—stretching my body, meditation, sound baths, “sunshine therapy,” getting my hands in some soil, watching the little sandpipers while listening to the sea have been incredible balms for my soul.
I’m considering starting a daily art practice using super-inexpensive art supplies to connect more with the sillier, less serious part of myself.
Zoom crayon doodling dates, anyone?
As well as the things listed about, my creative ecosystem plays a huge role in my ongoing recovery from C-PTSD. I am my favorite version of myself when I am creating.
I “quiet the ghosts” by writing in a radically open way about my inner worlds as I excavate their strata on my Substack blog, Personal Poetics.
If I am ever down, ask me about one of my creative projects or take me to a gardening shop, and I will perk right back up.
I love the natural world and am learning to identify the local birds by their songs. I have a big soft spot for old knotted trees, helleborus plants, lichen, Spanish moss, and the washed-up seaweed.
My love language is book recommendations, and I identify as an audiobook addict.
I am a seeker of the mundane magic in the ordinary days.
I am trying not to miss my own life.
