Kaylee Bovaird:
Patterning Art out of Life
ARTIST SEEN PROFILE | DEC. 2025
PHOTOGRAPHY BY: JOSHUA JACOBS
Little artist background
Born and raised ocala native, bartender at Mutiny, mom of two.
Who or what first inspired you to create?
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to create. I think as a child and onward, my inner world has always been so vibrant and bizarre and wacky, and I have felt the pull to bring that through the veil into some sort of form to experience on the outside. As a teenager, art was a method to deconstruct the things around me that I couldn’t make sense of, in an effort to expel some pretty immovable things I was experiencing in my head. Now, it’s sort of the same, but less in the way of expulsion. Hard to expel from an endless source.
What other art forms influence your work (film, literature, music)?
My first art form was always writing; the illustration came as a timid appendage. I have a Bachelor’s in English Literature and have spent most of my life stumbling through the world holding onto prose like a talisman. Nothing has moved me like the spell of literature, but music is a close second and a primal conductor for me.
Who or what is your greatest muse?
Motherhood, nature, the dance of the human experience!
Are there recurring themes in your work?
Lately I’ve been really diving into symmetry, repetition, patterns, and how they evoke something divine and sort of unsettling. Nature’s terrifying mandala, like a gruesome and beautiful tableaux. The Tibetan Book of the Dead talks about how, in transition through afterlife, you experience ten thousand horrible visions and ten thousand beautiful visions. Goddesses, monsters, bright lights and colors and dancing and suffering. Sort of a lot of that.
Is there a skill or medium you still want to master?
All of them! Every single last one! I’m a gemini.
Are you trained or self-taught?
Self-taught!
How has your style evolved over the years?
In earlier years, as I struggled to understand what any of this all means, I became sort of obsessed with the juxtaposition of religion and spite. A lot of it was dark and edgy and I look back at it now and it’s all so silly. I was also really into the cut up technique of Dadaism, very poetry heavy, lots of hatred and heartbreak. So knotted up and angry. Now I think I am moving into a little less pretentious of a space and just having fun. Identity is weird and mine has sort of unraveled.
What is your favorite local place to create?
Sholom Park is a really beautiful place to sit and soak up inspiration. Mutiny is my little love hole. My couch sees most of the work, though!
What’s the go-to art snack of choice?
Kinda hyper fixated on pistachios right now!
What do you believe the role is of an artist within society?
I think the role of an artist is the same as anyone else. We’re all here to try and “Get It”, because none of it makes any sense. So some of us drink to try and get it, and some of us love to try and get it, and some of us conquer and claim, and some of us hoard, and some of us give and help and heal, and some of us paint weird little pictures and write weird little stories. I think our role as precious little humans is just to be a vessel for it all. And to loooooooove.


