Her path to art is as twisted as the baling twine knots that comprise the life of Jan's work. A trip backwards in the time machine would introduce you to an 18 year machinist, relegated to life in the hot, dank, smelly belly of a Proctor and Gamble power plant. That may have been where her nimble fingers learned to manipulate the elements of this solid reality we all live in, but her mind, heart and soul were outside, under the Midwestern sun, loving, raising, showing and growing older amongst her horses. That was the more vital part of her life. Two differing worlds for sure, yet both provided a yin yang set of forces that grew inside her that would explode into knots of life.
Most folks who have lived the dusty, hairy, happy world of horses had at one time collected an enormous supply of baling twine. Some folks would open the bales of hay, peel off the flakes to feed, and then wrap the loose twine around a 4x4 creasoted post, turning it into floor to ceiling spool. Others wrapped them into fist sized circles, and threw them into bags or piles of so many tie-em-up pretzels.
Hard to believe this became Jan's medium. It wasn’t that way in the beginning.
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