Mrs. Beer was my art teacher when I was a kid. She had a house that faced the canal in Georgetown in Washington,D.C.. She tried to beat perspective into my brain while she worked on fantastic and fun 3-D collages in searingly intense colors. Blocks of wood, spools, tuna fish cans, discarded bits of plastic and metal springs were her supplies.While I would struggle to render trees and townhouses and water in pencil, she would be firing away on the other side of the table building one piece after another. Her daughter would rocket up and down the stairs with her crowds of friends off on another adventure. I especially enjoyed watching Mrs. Beer’s fans show up to collect their one-of-a-kind treasure. Their enthusiasm for Elizabeth and her work was a goal I hoped for all my life. Her work typified the height of the psychedelic movement of the 60s. I always wanted one for my own, but I didn’t even know art work could go for such prices. Long may her art run.