I started painting tiny paintings as a way of capturing amazing photos of incredible moments my friends and family were posting on their Instagram feeds.
But it’s become about so much more than that.
One evening, over a bottle of red wine and a phone call with a good friend – this thing that was just a side gig, grew a pair of legs.
The conversation went something like this:
“I’m painting that photo you posted of the mountain range. But it’s one of those miniatures.”
“No ways, that’s so awesome, send me a pic.”
“Ok, incoming. It’s not done yet.”
“Jeepers, that is so tiny and detailed. What size is that?”
“So, it fits in my palm. I weighed it for shits and giggles. It weighs 19 grams! (haha)”
“Soon I’ll have a whole gallery of 19 gram paintings.
That was when penny dropped. I got such a kick out of the fact that I was adding actual weight to something significant, but intangible. Someone’s significant. Someplace significant.
My hippie heart beats strong for nature. It dawned on me that all these moments my friends were Instagramming, of the times and places where they felt truly connected, where all moments in nature too. As much as we hungered for nature, we were losing touch with her in a very digital era. Something inside me began to spark and tingle when the connection and the many threads wove into one.