Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would become an artist.  I always wanted to be one, but poor grades in art classes in school led to the decision that it just wasn't in the cards for me.  So I got a nice safe, secure little job in a bank and worked there in the basement for 20 years.  Then one magical day in 1983 a friend suggested that we make paper.  It had never occurred to me that one could make paper.  And, well -- if one did make paper -- what would it look like?  Not knowing what it would look like was my saving grace.  Since I didn't have anything to compare it to, my paper evolved from my imagination and my censor was silenced.  When I found that I could make paper from the plants growing all around me, I became lost in a world of magical delight.  I was dangerous as I drove around the countryside looking for more raw material for what had become my obsession.  Now twenty years later I feel I have earned the title “artist.”

My work is an expression of my soul and a manifestation of the enchantment of the natural world.   I am honored to be the conduit for this utterance.  As I have worked with this medium, I have moved into the deeper rhythm of my life and have become aware of the magic that surrounds us all.  My hope is that my work will touch others in such a way that they, too, can feel the magic.  

                                                                   Blessings, Jan Moulder