Imagination

This is the gift that makes artists special. They view the world with eyes that see beyond the surface, then search deeply within to transform that vision into reality. We are privileged to have these special people among us.

Representing artists of regional, national and international stature, Elaine Beckwith Gallery is pleased to present the work of over 30 artists in a relaxed and friendly atmosphere, where a dedication to the enjoyment of art is our guiding principle. Our artists have exhibited in major institutions from the Museo della Citta da Roma to the National Baseball Hall of Fame. Paintings, sculpture and a distinctive collection of artist-pulled prints are available for your pleasure.

Joel Beckwith
"Warming Up"
Hand Colored Etching, edition of 100
2 x 3 inches (matted for framing 8 x 10 inches) $35.


"No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination." Edward Hopper



I am pleased to include the following with thanks to Bob Arnold, who passes along the gift of poetry in his newsletter "Woodburners". I enjoy Bob's monthly recommendations and observations. The haiku below brought me a smile, especially as we enter the high season of our national pastime. EB

http://www.longhousepoetry.com/woodburnersnow.html


"Baseball Haiku", ed. Cor van den Geuvel & Nanae Tamura (Norton): Masaoka Shiki popularized baseball single handedly in Japan during the 1890s while remaining one of the masters of haiku along with Basho, Buson & Issa...the very ones Jack Kerouac was studying, via tutelage of Gary Snyder, while becoming the first baseball haikuist from America...they of the baseball world have apparently claimed him as one of their own.

Haiku from the baseball diamond . . .

dandelions
the baseball rolled
through them
(Shiki)

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summer loneliness
dropping the pop-up
i toss to myself
(Ed Markowski)

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game over
all the empty seats
turn blue
(Alan Pizzarelli)

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lost in the lights
the high fly ball that
never comes down
(Raffael de Gruttola)

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summer afternoon
the long fly ball to center field
takes its time
(Cor van den Heuvel)

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Empty baseball field
- a robin,
Hops along the bench
(Jack Kerouac)

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my son runs toward
the budding tree -
their first base
(Hoshino Tsunehiko)