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John Chip

I have been living a happy and great life. I earned a Johnson and Johnson grant to study my Ph.D. in Psychiatric Research at the Medical College of Pennsylvania, focusing on creativity. Prior to that, I had earned my 2 bachelors in Humanities, then Fine Arts and my 2 Masters in Art Education and another in Social Science. I mostly have lived as a fine arts painter associated with Andrew and Jamie Wyeth setting my roots in Chadds Pennsylvania. This afforded me a wide variety of opportunities meeting with international great talents, fine arts resources, and privileged sponsors and clients. 'I have never met a Museum I did not like.' I traveled including and living among other places in DC, NYC, London, Central and South America, and had my 'lost 2 years' out of O'Connell in Naples Italy with Dad, Gen Bill Chip, USMC (dec) on NATO duty there. I had a private practice as a clinical therapist with a select clientele. My passion, though, lied in my painting and my teaching where I taught many students in public, private, museum programs, and my own Art school. I have lived most of my life single as both my wives died young. Without children of my own, I have lived with a Nicaraguan refugee family for many years now supporting their families and helping to raise with better private school educations the children of a very extended family of siblings, cousins, abuelas, et al. My baby angels.
Although I spent my freshman year at DJO, I had the next two "lost years" in Naples, Italy, then returning my senior year to O'Connell while Dad was serving in Vietnam. Returning home, I depended on our Christian Brothers and classmates to provide me with the support and guidance I was in sore need of. Alone with my Mom and my younger brother, I was left to be the man of the house I played a lot of tennis, spent long hours having Br. Theodore teach me how to be "The King of Siam", torturing Br. Vincent became a Latin class-time habit, dating Delvine Scotti and Margaret Mack, both a year younger, allowed me the macho thing, sitting doing homework up in the side yard tree with Chuck Curley, doing ice cream night duty at Giffords, bringing home that 6-pack at the end of the night for Mommy dearest, then got up and went to before-school mass in our chapel. There I learned quiet perspective, 'sacred silence', and how to be a man. I was and am always a Catholic boy.

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