Hey, I’m Demetria — welcome to The Barefoot Wilds.

If you've landed here, you're probably a little like me: wild at heart, done pretending, and craving something real in a world that feels fake more often than not.

I'm a Gen X wife, mom of four grown humans, nana to some feral grandkids, and full-time snack vendor to chaotic fur-babies. I live in a 100+ year-old house where the floorboards complain louder than my knees and the ghosts still have strong opinions about laundry. The dream of chickens and a herb garden is hanging on by a thread — somewhere under a dusty coffee ring.

I'm an artist in every sense of the word — digital, painted, written, spoken, and sometimes just felt. I make things because I have to. Because life is strange and beautiful and hard and hilarious — and sometimes, creating is the only way to survive it.

The Barefoot Wilds is my home base for whatever wants to emerge:

• My art and digital creations
• Physical goods made from my designs
• Resources for real life
• And all the messy magic I've gathered along the way — plus whatever new circus life decides to throw at me. Who knows?

You won't find a niche here. I don't fit in boxes — and chances are, neither do you.

Everything you'll find here is made for real people. People who are burnt out but still dreaming. People who've outgrown their old selves but aren't sure what comes next. People who live messy, barefoot lives and want something that feels like home.

If that's you — you're in the right place.

Welcome to the Wilds. ~ Demetria 🌻