I am "Little a."

It started as a playful nickname from my granddad and family — a
sweet shorthand for someone a little quiet, a little creative, a little
different. I didn't think much of it at first. But over time, that
lowercase "a" began to take on deeper meaning, especially in relation to
my art.

I've always made things. Small things.

Sketches, doodles, watercolors — spontaneous creations that were more
about the process than perfection. But for a long time, I didn’t feel
like a “real” artist. I thought artists made bold statements, had
galleries, followers, careers. Me? I was just Little a — creating
quietly on the sidelines.

But then I realized:

Small, quiet, imperfect things are still art.

And in those little moments of making, I began to find courage — and myself.

That’s where Little a Art comes in.