My mother, Betty Rush, never thought of herself as an artist, and yet
she amassed a large body of work. Her greatest challenge was being a
wife. During the 1960s when she and the other women in this country
were waking up to what it means to become "liberated," she
figured out that being somebody's wife was sometimes a little "dreary!"
She loved my father but sometimes she felt she had not accomplished
much with her life because all she had to show for her efforts was a
pile of pillows.
After her death earlier this year, my first instinct was to find people
who loved my mom and would want to "adopt" one or two of her
pillows. But after attending an art show by a watercolor artist, I realized
my mother was an artist too. Her medium was needle art, displayed in
those pillows. They constituted her "body of work."
Please browse the Betty
Rush Artwork page and the Betty
Rush Philosophies page.
Below are photos of Mom as she appeared at various ages, while doing
her needle art. The center photo shows her entering The Weaver's Cottage,
where she helped others learn the needle art that interested them, and
coordinated crafts classes by various teachers. -