Anna Louve
Story of my name
I chose Louve, the French word for she-wolf, as the totem of my artistic path, for everything she awakens in me.
She is protector of the innocent and mother of empires, both tender and fierce, wild yet nurturing. She is the breath of the forest and the call of the moon, the pulse of intuition and of the rhythm of the Earth. She leads not through dominance but through presence, cohesion, and wisdom. Both sovereign and devoted to her pack, she embodies a primal intelligence, a deep relational sensitivity, and a loyalty to life itself.
The she-wolf stands at the thresholds. Between light and shadow, human and animal, known and unknowable. She is the guardian of the liminal, the instinctual, the unapologetically real. In her, I see the wild feminine unbound: independent, maternal, free.
She is the one who remembers. Who listens to the wind. Who knows when to sing, and when to bare silence. She is the soul-force that awakens and transforms. She reminds us that we are cyclic beings, woven into the tides, the blood, the bones, the moon. She teaches me to trust my body, my voice, my dreams. To walk with reverence. To create from the belly. To howl when truth demands it.
Choosing Louve is choosing to honor that raw, instinctual truth in me, the part that can no longer stay silent.
And then there is Anna, the name given to me.
Anna brings the softness to the wildness.
She is the open heart, the grace, the sacred feminine lineage I carry, connected to Mary, the Magdalene, the Mother.
She is devotion, compassion, prayer.
The stillness that holds the storm.
The whisper of the divine that lives in all things.