Other than the obvious things that we all love about rug hooking like color, texture, the therapy of pulling loops - so many things - there is something very deeply personal that I love about the art. I am not sharing this to whine on about the past but to rejoice in the today I own and hope that everyone gets to find their big why in their own way. So here it is. I love the acceptability of imperfection that is rug hooking. Back when I was a young mother and still painting, I sat in the yard and painted a picture of my Dad’s 1923 Model T School Bus that he had saved and restored from a mud pit behind someone’s barn. The painting was skewed, showed no perspective. I know it was not great now but it was what I saw expressed in the best way I knew how at that time. I shared it with someone that I respected at that time and the response was the obvious-your perspective is off. Well, I was devastated.
As part of my rug hooking journey, I discovered and enjoyed the story of Magdalena Briner and Maud Lewis. I learned that perspective doesn’t matter a lick. It is my art and my perspective, or lack of it. I love that I can express myself and find acceptance. Furthermore, acceptance doesn’t even matter to me. Acceptance of others is not my big why. Acceptance is mine. I accept my own perspective. It is my own acceptance of imperfection that is the wonderful for me.
That is the therapy in this journey. I have learned so much about myself, grown so much during the past few years of rug hooking. Who’d have thunk it.