I had never heard of Maud Lewis. She was a tiny woman who lived in this tiny house with her husband, Everett, in Marshalltown, Nova Scotia. She painted Christmas cards to sell, as well as paintings on boards with house paints. He was a fisherman who did odd jobs and sold her paintings on his route. She painted their house, too, and everything in it: the walls, the shelves, the broom and dustpan, the front door.
Maud died in 1970, and after Everett was gone in 1979, the house was packed up and moved into the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia. The entire house is inside the gallery.
I don’t imagine she’d know what all the fuss was about.
(via miss-mary-quite-contrary)
I have been in that little house :p