Krista didn’t start doing art so much as she cracked open—and chaos in art-form came pouring out.

In December 2023, everything came crashing down and that’s when Krista picked up the paintbrush and the spray paint and turned her pain into poetic chaos.

What began as a way to survive the noise in her head and the break in her heart turned into a visual exorcism: spray paint, bones, chaos, colour and raw passion. 

Now, Krista paints like she’s trying to summon something from the other side. Her work is loud, raw, and unfiltered—skeletons tangled in chaos, love letters written in dripping paint. Each piece is a confession, a confrontation, a cracked mirror. It’s not always pretty. It’s not supposed to be. But it’s honest. And it’s alive.

Krista’s art lives in the space between death and desire, grief and glitter, despair and defiance. You don’t just look at it—you feel it staring back.