Today marks the first of a new monthly series here at Be Small Studios. Dear Young Artist is a series of letters written by artists, men and women who paint with pigment (or perhaps with words, song, pie-making, play dates…) to encourage young artists and speak...
As a little girl, my experience of faith was inextricably intertwined with the coursing imagination that pulsed through my veins. I listened Bible stories and cricket concertos without filters of doubt and fear, full of possibility. Stories of mustard seed faith...
This space has been small growing, a post-when-you-can sort of corner. InstaGrams and prints in the shop. A guest post here and a guest post there. Be small. That is the heart of this place and I don’t mind if things grow slow. (I might prefer them a teensy bit...
The teacup is yellowed and fragile, and when I go looking for a reference, I discover I possess too many heirlooms full of fine fractures. Some of the most beautiful things in this home are marked with imperfections. It was well after I painted the break and printed...
Broken eggshells once held life: sustained, protected, nourished. No more. Here, the eggshell blue leaked off the brush all broken. Fragile, jagged edges usher new life. What has broken the shell will wrestle free, emerge messy and sightless, be fed, learn to fly....
There’s steaming tea and honest conversation, a slow unknotting of tangled introspection. There’s slicing fresh garlic into warm butter, a kitchen way to knead away the tension. There’s meticulous pen drawing and wild watercolor freedom. A walk in...
