My Words About Famous Artists

Rosemary told me shortly after Christine drowned;

“You were her John. You prepared the way.”

Rosemary is referring to John the Baptist who prepared the way for Jesus. What Rosemary did not reveal to the world, were my prophetic words I mailed to her when I lived in Boston in 1970. I found these words in Rosemary’s Box in June. They are millions dollar words in regards to the need of such words by Rosamond’s biographers who authored two bad biographies, and two bad screenplays. They are doubly bad, because they did not make money. Under the parasitical rules of the un-creative folks, to not make money, makes one a parasite. This would make my brother a huge parasite, because hours after our sister was dead, he attached himself to our creative legacy, and took it over. He did everything possible to make sure he was not depicted as a villain, because Christine was making such threats before she died. Rosemary backed her son’s covert takeover, because Christine had very bad things to say about Rosemary. So did I. Mark read the first drafts of these biographies, and at least one screenplay, to see if his cover was blown. The results are – the worst books ever written about an artist – that did not sell! Oops! And they destroyed the families creative legacy for the surviving artists – and the heirs! Mark – has disapeared! He fled the scene and the limelight!

That Mark wanted me to insert his racist and misogynist essays in my autobiography, is an obescenetiy the real art world needs to know about, for here is the epidimy of the Dark Parasite, who has attached himself to the World of Beauty and Truth, and sorely uses it to promote his evil agenda, while at the same time oppressing the words of the diseased artist, and her teacher.

What the world was looking for when they looked at the success of a female artist, were her words that revealed her inner journey to know thyself, and to thyself be true. If Christine wrote such words, they have been disposed of. Like this letter, they were disappeared, for my mother was secretly working on her own biography, even before she born four children into the world.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2011

Artist

Artist’s identities never die. Whether you become a famous artist, or not, once one has been overwhelmed by the truth you can be a co-creator, render beautiful objects or images that empower you with the truth you are creative, one can not easily return to that world you once knew, as a mere spectator, a viewer of other people’s creations and visions.

This said, obtaining and owning a artistic identity is not as easy at it appears. In the case of a famous artist, it is prudent to wait till she, or he is dead before non-artists start their procedure of codifying and setting in stone the final artistic indentity.

In many cases this interpretation and analysis of the diseased artists contributions have nothing to do with how the artist viewed himself, and indeed, he or she left specific instructions to those around him or her to never be depicted this way.

Since these depictors are not artists, or creative writers, it is the unspoken rule that the artist must have achieved a state of death before the biographers move in and do their thing.

But. Do I speak the truth. Is it not a fact the co-creators has already invited unnamed biographers to take part in his or her creativity the very instence it dawns on the artist he or she has created an opportunity to be famous one day?