KiMOARTS™
KimoARTS
ART. PHOTOGRAPHY. CREATIVE WRITING. MUSIC.
My Story
We’ve all got a story. Mine’s not more special than anyone else’s—but hey, I’m putting it out there anyway. The flaws, the weird twists, the tragic comedy of it all… welcome to my little corner of chaos.
First things first: I’m a creative soul. This site? It’s my personal playground. A space to share my work, connect with like-minded people, and honestly, it's kind of like an artsy diary tracking my journey. I’m not here to entertain—I’m here to express. Think of it as a visual snapshot of what’s going on in my head.
So let’s skip the why and jump straight into the what, when, where, and how this rollercoaster of a life started feeling so meaningful.
But before we dive in, here’s one last thought that really hits home:
“The meaning of life is to have a life of meaning.”
Photography
My whole art journey pretty much started with a camera click back when I was a teenager, trying to deal with some stuff life was throwing at me. That moment kicked off a chain of events that turned art into my go-to way of processing emotions and navigating the heavier parts of life. I wouldn’t say I have a “favorite” style of photography—I just shoot what speaks to me. That said, you’ll probably notice a lot of landscapes in my work. To me, photography is one of the freest forms of art—no boxes, no labels, just pure creative expression. Below are a few pieces I’ve put together
Creative Writing
Just like photography, creative writing’s become one of my go-to tools—it’s honestly been a huge help as I get older. Maybe it’s because I don’t need to run around as much anymore, or maybe it’s just a deep-down need to make sense of everything. I’ve written all kinds of stuff—scripts, short stories, novellas, and more—but one project I’m especially into is DOAS: Diary of a Sociopath. There’s a little sneak peek below, and you’ll find more about it on future pages of the site.
"Cooper?" The call was met with silence.
"Cooper?" The voice rose slightly, laced with a gentleness meant to reassure rather than reprimand. Still, no response. In the cramped darkness of the closet, Cooper hugged his knees tighter, willing himself to disappear.
"Okay, Cooper Carmichael, you have five seconds to tell me where you are." The softness was gone, replaced by a sharper edge—a tone that demanded attention. This wasn’t a game anymore.
Cooper didn’t move. He barely breathed. His heart pounded in his chest, loud enough that he swore it would give him away.
This time, he knew—there was no talking his way out of this. His curiosity had carried him too far, straight into the deep end. And Cooper knew one thing for certain. He couldn’t swim.
De - sign
This site’s been through a bit of a glow-up journey over the past year. I kinda let it sit for a while (oops), but now I’m slowly finding my design groove and giving everything a fresh new vibe. For now, I'm starting with the main page and just building things out as I go—learning new tricks along the way. Eventually, I want this to be a fun, quirky little corner of the internet where I can share bits of my life and whatever else I’m into.
So for now, I'll leave it here and just update periodically.