For most of her life, Maud Lewis lived in a pint-sized, one-room house near Digby, Nova Scotia, with no running water or electricity. The 10-by-9-foot cottage became her canvas, and she painted almost everything. Birds and butterflies fluttered across the door. Vibrant flowers covered the windows, the walls, cupboards, the little staircase leading to the sleeping loft, the woodstove, and the breadbox. Even the dustpan was covered in daisies. Maud never traveled more than sixty miles in any direction from home. She never saw another artist’s work and never attended an art class. Her paintings captured a simple life filled…