Maud Lewis – the naive soul of Nova Scotia

Do you know where Nova Scotia is?

Nova Scotia is one of the Eastern provinces of Canada, on the Atlantic. It’s a peninsula with many small offshore islands. The capital of Nova Scotia is Halifax, a city that is notoriously known for powerful explosions during the both world wars.

In Nova Scotia, in the small town of Digby, in a small wooden house with thin walls and only one room, without water inside and with no electricity, in 1970 year, at the age of 67 years died alone an incredibly strong and cheerful woman – the artist Maud Lewis (1902-1970).

This little thin woman, physically handicapped and tormented by strong rheumatoid arthritis, who has lived in incredible poverty, bordering on misery, leaved to the world a huge number of cheerful pictures painted with the eyes of a happy child.

The naive art of this woman is amazing!

She doesn’t even have a complete secondary education (poverty forces her to leave the school barely graduating from grade 5). Her only teacher in painting was her mother, who has shown Maud how to make Christmas cards for selling to their neighbours.

I will not show you here her beautiful winter paintings, with snowed pines, happy children on their sleighs and deers with smart sad eyes. I know you’ll be fascinated by them. They are wonderful, with a typical Northern beauty.

I will not show you here her magical landscapes of the Atlantic seashore, with the lighthouses, the coastal cliffs and the seagulls talking each to other, perched on two adjacent stones. They are wonderful, with a typical Northern beauty.

Look at this colourful landscape sealed the short Canadian summer. What a sunny splendour and serenity. A fast-passing beauty, like life itself. It is as it is.

You can see her paintings in Artnet.

Klimbo melody from the childhood

For many of us born from 1960 to the end of the last century in Bulgaria and grew up here, Kliment Denchev – Klimbo (1939-2009) is the tale that was opening the door to our childish dreams almost every night at ten to eight.

Looking at the long list of movies and theatre performances with his participation in Wikipedia, I remember some of the movies he was playing in. I remember more clearly his warm voice and his always smiling bearded face, than the particular character he played in the movie.

It’s the magic of growing up.

The magical mercy to forget all the superfluous things and to leave only the good ones. The smile. The eyes. The voice.

And those simple and childishly naive paintings, which he was drawing night by night on window glass in the children’s evening show “Good Night, kids”.

Good night, little and not so little kids. Do you remember Klimbo?