Hi, I’m Lori—aka, the Happy Little Painter! I’m an artist, muralist, and window-painting enthusiast who believes art should tell stories, spark smiles, and bring people together. I love transforming blank spaces into something colorful, playful, and full of life.
When you come to me with an idea, that’s when the fun begins. As you share your vision, my brain is already buzzing with possibilities—I start sketching, imagining, and even mock it up digitally so you can see how your space will come alive. While I paint plenty of walls and windows, I get just as excited when someone throws me a curveball—trailers, shipping containers, garage doors, even dumpsters (yes, dumpsters!). To me, every surface is a canvas just waiting for joy.
At its heart, I create art because it makes life lighter and more enjoyable. A splash of color on a wall can change someone’s whole day. A playful mural can bring a neighborhood or community together. And a painted window can turn an ordinary errand into a moment of joy.
That’s what drives me: creating art that doesn’t just look pretty but actually connects—to memories, to laughter, to community, and to people who happen to walk by.
So, if you’ve got a wall, window, or even a quirky surface that needs some love, let’s dream it up together. I’d love to help bring your vision to life.
My love of art started with my grandfather. He had a way of turning the simplest doodle into something magical, and I grew up watching him draw. He loved painting along with Bob Ross videos. That’s where my name—Happy Little Painter—stemmed from, because I enjoyed him just as much! When my grandfather passed away in 2017, I leaned into art to heal, and it grew into something I wanted to share with others.
Not even one full year after I graduated from Dental Hygiene school, I started teaching paint parties. However, when COVID hit, I pivoted and started painting windows around town to brighten spirits (and, honestly, to keep my own going). In the Fall of 2019, I lost my father, got married, and then became pregnant with our first child, all within one month. Painting was my outlet and has held true ever since. A year or so of painting windows led to murals, and soon I was painting on bigger and bolder canvases than I ever imagined.
My dad was also a quiet inspiration—he never painted himself, but he always supported me with his trademark dad jokes and encouragement. Even now, when I’m painting something huge, I can almost hear what he’d say, and it keeps me smiling through the long days on ladders.
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