Maritime art by Tiffany Small
Get ready to feel like youβre close to the ocean - just without all that sand in you know where.
βMy art is inspired by embracing our connection with the earth. My work celebrates the beauty in nature and within ourselves.β
Origin Story
As a Newfoundlander, the Atlantic Ocean has been carefully stitched into ever fibre of my being. As a kid, Iβd hop from tide pool to tide pool just to catch a glimpse of a crab or a small shrimp seeking refuge from the hot sun. Back then, I combed the beach more than I combed my hair and I was free. Coastlines make you feel limitless, watching the sun dance within the clouds as itβs tucking itself in for the night. Itβs reflection finding its way into the movement of the ocean. All the while, the shoreline patiently awaits the return of the tide. Itβs friggen beautiful.
But its beauty shouldnβt be taken for weakness. Rugged and weathered, coastlines build character. I remember the first time I picked up a piece of drift wood and can still feel the way curiosity sparked inside my chest. It was smooth and strong but had an air of fragility that even as a child I didnβt take for granted. Driftwood is still such a marvel to me. Shaped by the rolling sea, origins unknown, just to fatefully end up in my hands.
What People Are Saying
βTiffany was able to create a picture of my mother, my nan, and I by combining the only photos I have of my nan with a picture of me and my mom. I never got the chance to meet my nan but my mom often says that we would have a great bond and wishes that we got to meet. Tiffany made this beautiful picture showing what I imagine our relationship would be if my nan were still with us.β
β K.C.
ββ¦A year ago we lost our precious little dog Stuart. He was our everything and it was so difficult losing him. We now have a new love in our life.. Mona, who we also love with all our heart. This painting was done by Tiffany, a friend of Emilyβs. Itβs as though sheβs captured Mona looking down at Stuart saying that she will take care of us nowβ¦β