Maud Lewis was an artist who lived in Nova Scotia. Lewis always kept mainly to herself and because of rheumatoid arthritis and other physical handicaps she could not work. Her husband Everett, who was a fish peddler, sold her paintings and Christmas cards she had hand drawn as he went door to door selling fish. Lewis and Everett lived in poverty for most of their life, getting by on the fish and her art.
Lewis lived with her husband Everett in a tiny cottage that she had painted herself. Because of her somewhat compulsive artistic spirit, she ended up painting on almost every surface in the house possible. After Maud and Everett died in the 70's, the cottage began to deteriorate. Townspeople got together to save the house and in 1984 it was sold to the Province of Novia Scotia and it now resides in the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia. The whole house!
Sometimes I have to return to artists like Daniel Johnston, Henry Darger, and Maud Lewis to remind myself that art isn't always about social acceptance and monetary value. I don't expect everyone to see the beauty that I see in Maud Lewis' art, but I do hope they see the love and dedication. That's kind of what I'm looking for in art these days.