Handwoven High Pile Rug c. 20th century

This handwoven high pile rug was made by an anonymous artist. Imagine the patience it took to weave this small, shaggy wonder. There's a kind of meditative labor involved, a repetitive motion that builds not just a physical object, but a space of inquiry. Each knot, each thread, carefully placed, probably feels like a question asked and answered in the language of texture and color. I wonder about the maker’s hands, their thoughts as they worked. Was it a gift, a chore, a meditation? The color palette of creams, browns and tans – so earthy and grounded. And the fringe! It’s like the rug is letting its hair down. I think about artists like Sheila Hicks, who blew the world open with her approach to fiber art. This rug feels like part of that same conversation, stretching back through time, inspiring makers to explore, to feel, to create. It’s about taking a material and pushing it, seeing what it can do, what it can become. The ongoing dialogue between artists, each inspiring the next, and adding their voice to the mix.