* Most recently, Alexandra Kyle wrote, directed, produced and starred in a short film that aims to shed light on anxiety disorders and mental health; it’s titled Anxiety’s Wilma. Martin Starr (Silicon Valley, Freaks and Geeks) and Abby Miller (The Sinner, Justified) co-star.
For film festival updates on this short film you can follow Anxiety's Wilma on Instagram.
* In January 2018 Alix wrote a short piece about fear called Baby Weights for her friends' blog, Kiki and Jay:
Baby Weights by Alexandra Kyle
I remember the most popular girl in high school once saying to me, "Oh my God, you LOVE to worry." I can't remember what I must have said to prompt that observation. It was probably something trivial, and I'm sure my response was along the lines of, "Huh?" But nearly a decade later her perfectly affected LA voice manifested in my memory. I was hovering over a toilet and had just thrown up a mango. A whole mango. I'd been nauseated for days due to a series of panic attacks and, despite being repulsed by the smell of food, I'd forced myself to eat that entire mango. I was determined not to let the panic attacks win; I needed nourishment and vitamins, goddamnit! I did my very best to eat that probably lovely mango, and to keep it down. But I threw the whole thing up. I looked at my golden barf and cried. And then I heard the voice of the coolest girl in school, and had a mini epiphany. Of course I didn't love to worry, but to anyone on the outside looking in it would have seemed like I loved it; worrying was my hobby. It was me, and eventually it got bigger than me. It did jumping jacks on my heart, and held my hunger for love, and food, hostage. Fear literally brought me to my knees and I truly didn't even know how to put a name to what I was so afraid of. I just remember being certain in my bones that nothing was okay when, really, my life was about to blossom. Some of us grew up in communities or family situations that conditioned us to worry more than others; some of us have stronger worry muscles because we were constantly having to exercise them in the face of pain and trauma. If you identify with that narrative know that it isn’t your fault your worry muscle is so beefy. You just need to work a new muscle. For me that was a gratitude muscle. And in the same way that going to the gym once won't change your physique, telling yourself to suck it up and be grateful during a panic attack won't help you keep down a mango. I had to start with baby weights. I asked myself, “What would it look like to be someone who dislikes worrying?” And that answer always came back with suggestions of self care. “It would probably look like going karaoke-ing with friends instead of scrolling 40 weeks deep into a stranger’s Instagram.” I learned to pick up heavier and heavier weights and the next thing I knew I was a Buddhist working the 12 steps and volunteering regularly. I met so many rays of sunshine who had been through some serious shit but had turned that shit into gold. I was suddenly surrounded by an array of spiritual rockstars all working their best muscles. We can't live a life without terrible pain, but I believe what we do with that pain is what makes us who we are. I also believe all things change when we do. Now I often find myself excited for the next challenge I'll face, knowing it's my opportunity to grow and meet a new part of myself I haven't met yet. I wrote a short film about my experience that I directed and starred in this year; I asked a brilliant and well known actor to star in it with me; I chopped 6 inches of hair off to play the part. Oh my God, worrying would have LOVED squashing those achievements when they were just little dream seeds. But my worry muscle isn’t as strong as it used to be.
Horrified by the current political climate Alix felt compelled to paint portraits of the Obamas to frame in her home. One thing led to another and she began selling prints with a percentage of the proceeds going to the ACLU.
Soon she began painting portraits of people and pets on commission.
She continues to paint her role models in an effort to "take her broken heart and make it into art" and donates 15% of print proceeds to various organizations.
"I consider myself somewhat of an animal whisperer and take pride in my pet photography skills. I love visiting rescues and taking in fosters, and my camera is always ready. Lately I've received requests to paint pet portraits. I love capturing an animal's personality no matter the medium.
"When I have an idea for a visual, I'll obsess over it until I find a way to make it happen, doing what I can where I am with what I have. I'd say my style has just always been something that makes me feel really, really good."
* minored in Photography at Emerson College
* was featured in LAmag.com's 100 Places Where You Can Experience Retro Los Angeles
* constantly needs to delete photos to create space on her phone
"My mom always needlepointed so I was born to appreciate the aesthetic of it. It's therapeutic, makes for great gifts, and totally works my puzzle-solving muscle."
gift for my dear friend Abby who has a beagle named Pirate
gift for my mom: "i love ewe lots"
"I couldn't make a portfolio of my greatest accomplishments without including my most special friendship. Coming from a small family meant having an opportunity to develop closer relationships with friends and this is where I found some incredible good fortune. My best friend teaches me every day what it means to love unconditionally, be my best self and to fight for others. She is my greatest cheerleader and I believe if everyone had a friend like Kate the world would be a perfect place."
I directed/edited a video for my best friend's birthday. The video above is of her reaction and has received over 75,000 views.
"A fat orange angel came into my life January 2012. He had spent his first year in a cage receiving little attention and so he instantly fell in love with adopted life. Fred is often my muse and the star of my Instagram; he has his own fan base and absolutely deserves an entire page on my site."