Posted by Birgit Zipser on April 11th, 2008

This horse is the earliest painting by Karl that I treasure. The cheap acid paper has darkened with time. The purple/maroon colors have faded. Time to archive the horse as a digital print. Taking the frame apart for the removal of the glass, I noticed that the paints were absorbed on the foam board backing so that I now the original painting plus a print of it.
Was the hand of the small child directed by something bigger than himself to paint the lines of the horse’s head given his tender age? The lines makes me think of Zen. more… »
Posted by Birgit Zipser on November 2nd, 2007
“If you come to a fork in the road, take it”, David recently quoting Yogi Berra.
How can I prepare for such a change in direction while avoiding mishaps? Friends of mine, relocating to new jobs, suffered minor strokes and a bout of pancreatitis. This is the advice offered in the current Yoga journal:
“Once you find your center, you can move in new directions”.

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Posted by Birgit Zipser on June 1st, 2007
I tried out my new camera along one of the beaches at Sleeping Bear Dunes. Cotton wood trees survive here in the migrating sand because they can grow new root systems higher up on their stems as needed.

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Posted by Birgit Zipser on April 6th, 2007

Happy faces from all windows of a skyscraper merging with the blue sky as painted by a little girl visiting her grandparents in Manhattan in the 1970s.
The grandparents, living in an apartment complex of the garment district, introduced Nina to the culture of this big city.
The Jewish grandparents led a complicated life, balancing jobs with their struggle for social justice in this country, and to their granddaughter, they offered the unsullied joys of Manhattan.
Disasters happen, skyscrapers may topple. This painting celebrates the possibility of joy and innocence.
Posted by Birgit Zipser on March 23rd, 2007
In the 1960’s, parents were admonished to keep their toddlers in bathing trunks by a sign on Jones beach created by Robert Moses. In contrast, healing diaper-sore bottoms on the beach is luxury for European children. ‘Nakedei’ is an affectionate German term for a naked toddler.

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Posted by Bob Martin on March 22nd, 2007
Now that I am over much of my
computer issues and can focus on art I came across a couple of photos (hidden on my PC) that I had forgotten about. Over the last ten years or more I’ve had an opportunity to be taught creativity by pre-school young people. When I am around a bunch of kids, I learn all over again that art like life is to serious to take seriously.
There is so much joy in watching kids paint flying dogs for Valentine’s Day or green hearts for Mother’s Day
When ever I get an invitation to work with young people, I say sure, why not, I’ll be there. Then I experience an unimaginable fear as if I were meeting the Queen and I wonder why I did I say yes. The answers comes within two seconds after meeting the kids.
Posted by Dion on March 18th, 2007
In one of Robert Genn’s recent newsletters he talks about a study of creative children that grow into creative adults. The psychologist Ellen Winner found that creative people choose their path very early in life and they often have similarities like; scholastic boredom, difficulty making friends, and social problems.
Here’s some more characteristics of creative people from Robert’s article..
- Visual perceptions that transcend everyday life
- Heightened responses to natural surroundings
- Sustained high standards of work ethic
- Early presence of mentor(s)
- Early formation of personal identity
- Tendency to do things in unique ways
- Preference to work autonomously
- Defiance or suspicion of conventional thinking
I think I suffer from (or am blessed with?) all of the characteristics above. Another funny observation that I have made over the years is that artists generally like other artists. It’s almost like we have joined some special club where the members are connected on a lot of different levels.
Perhaps it is the same connection that firemen, plumbers, or accountants feel when they get together, but I think it’s something more.