Close-up of a white bookshelf containing books, with a small painting of white flowers and a globe placed on top. A green plant is visible on the left side of the bookshelf.

MINISCULE,

PORTFOLIO

NOT-AT-ALL-VERY-BIG,

tinyartbigpainter@gmail.com

I'm Laura, a painter in Baltimore. My garden keeps me happy. I'm sharing it in small doses, one tiny painting at a time.

I'm big, my art is small.

LAURA SHEMA

Tiny Art, Big Painter

TINY GARDEN PAINTINGS SHOP/peruse/visit

Find Tiny Garden Paintings online, or come see them in person.

See me in person:

MICA Art Market ·
October 10–11, 2026 ·
1301 W. Mt. Royal Ave. · Baltimore ·
[MICA Art Market →]


Hampden Holiday Market ·
November 28, 2026 ·
St Luke's 800 W. 36th St. · Baltimore ·

[Hampden Holiday Market →]

Holiday Heap ·
December 12, 2026 ·
2640 Space · Baltimore ·
[Holiday Heap →]

Series

BirthFlowers. Apothecary. Critters.
Happy Mistakes.

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Birth

Flowers

// 2026
Happy Mistakes

// 2026
Garden

// 2026
Apothecary + Critters

About TGP//

Tiny Garden Paintings is a collection of original, hand-painted works inspired by my garden.

Each piece is an original painting, made by hand with a lot of love. These are one-of-a-kind works made to be treasured and enjoyed every day. No more gatekeeping fine art.

Tiny Garden Paintings is my way of making original art more accessible: small, collectible works that invite art and nature into the spaces where we actually live.

2025 spring/summer FRAMED SERIES

CREST ORANGE COSMOS. FESTIVA MAXIMA PEONY. BEARDED IRIS. BERNADINE CLEMATIS. CALIFORNIA POPPY.

“That is one good thing about this world… There are always sure to be more springs.”

— L.M. Montgomery

2025 spring/summer Handmade Paper

MONTAUK DAISY. BERNADINE CLEMATIS. PLATYCODON BALLOON FLOWER. BLACK BEAUTY PEONY. TRIUMPH TULIPS. CALIFORNIA POPPY.

My
story

Art has always been how I make sense of the world. I've been working in the arts in one form or another my whole life, though for a long time it was in service of something or someone else. Somewhere along the way, I lost the thread of making just for me.

Gardening brought it back. Now, I garden for me, I paint for me.

I started gardening in 2020, living on a six-acre farmette, and it grounded me in a way I didn't expect. The days stopped disappearing. I felt wholly present.

The garden gave me perspective: some things thrive exactly where they're planted, and some seeds never grow. There's something calming in understanding that seasons come and go, and that there will always be another spring.