“I am looking at a picture.”

The loss of my grandson is almost more then I can bear. The thought that he will grow up and read the lies the parasites have put on the web fills me with rage! It’s time the truth be known. It’s time to take that infamous spotlight and shine it into the dark abyss that surround Rosamond’s success.

On December 12, 2012 I read on facebook the plight of Jessica Hallock who gave birth to Ryan Hunt’s son, who is the half-brother of my grandson, Tyler Hunt. There was talk about Tyler not being able to see his brother again, or Ryan his son by Jessica. I intervened saying we all must get behind these beautiful boys so we can salvage our identities that are lost, enmeshed due to children born out of wedlock by different mothers. I said we must come to their rescue. Two days later, the shooting at Sandy Hook happened. At least forty parents will never see their children again.

For so many reasons I am bid to reveal the secret of Rosamond’ssuccess. When I stumbled upon the projector that Christine used to braodcast images of models onto an empty canvas, she gave me a shamed and guilty look. She then approached me and said;

“I have it all, success, a fine home, a new car, and I owe it all to you. You taught me everything I know about art. You let me look over your shoulder when you painted, and showed me in books what was good, and what was bad art. But, I don’t feel like an artist. Can you help me?”

After thinking very hard, I said this;

“I can’t give you that Christine.”

What my dear sister was asking me to do, was TRANSFER my great feelings of being an artist over to her, and her commercial success. I was not a success, and Christine’s success was over night, she not having time to develope an artisitic indentity because she took up art in 1972. Her famous style and empty spaces came to be when Ira Coehn came for her new work, saw an unfinished piece with empty spaces, and bid Rosamond to do more work like that.

Christine was seeing three therapist when she died, and was allegedly in love with one of them. I suspect he was employing Transference Therapy not knowing Christine was employing transference in our close bond because it was not safe to be the child of Vic and Rosemary. Christine spent a lot of time out of her body due to the extreme abuse she suffered. I was the one who grounded her.

Above is a painting Rosamond did of her mother titled ‘Rosemary’. Note the empty glass of wine. Christine is the model. When I showed a great gift at twleve, my mother tried to tranfer my gifts over to herself, because, if she had naot married that SOB and had four brats, she would have become a movie star in Hollywood. We owed her. Rosemary looked at us as her empty canvases she had the right to leave her mark on. She did evil things to make sure she drastically changed the course of our lives. She believed she owned us. Rosemary took our gifts and gave us all her insanity. This was her evil transfernece, her soul-murdering that went on alost every day.

Why would Rosemary fear Christine would steal my spotlight as “the family artist”? What did Vic have to say, or Mark. Surely Vicki spotted our sister crawling into the closet to secretly draw by flashlight “when everyone was asleep”. Hmmmm! Here is the Sleeping Beauty theme once again.

Rosemary had no problem with Christine being the new family artist. Indeed, Rosemary worked for my sister, and her new husband, Rick Partlow. Rosemary managed Rosamond’ art business. Our mother had been an executive secretary most of her life. She scored the second highest aptitude score in the history of the WAVES, and worked in the Naval decoding room in Seattle spying on the Russians during the war. Rosemary was extremely intelligent. Rosemary was the manager of the Valley Youth Symphony Orchestra, and worked with the head of the National Endowment of the Arts for California.

So why did Rosemary own “fear” that her daughter might be even more talented then her brother. Surely I must of owned the same fear, and thus, was glad when Christine took a good beating, I standing on the sideline screaming;

“Whip her good, Mommy! Use a coat hanger on her! That’s it! Make her legs bleed!”

I see into the future. My grandson, Tyler Hunt, is eighteen years of age. He wonders what became of “Papa” and googles his kindred he has very little to do with. He wonders what became of my artwork that I did in kindergarten. Why didn’t Rosemary save my work? What vision did she have for me that my sister was a threat to intercept? Then Tyler reads about the 270 page autobiography Rosamond authored. Surely there was more of an explanation within as to why a mother who gave birth to two gifted children, would resort to evil and child abuse to utterly oppress one of her children, even going so far as to employ her gifted son who was in the “limelight”. Surely my older brother would object to all the attention I was receiving. And, how about Vicki? Surely she felt left out, she being born with no talent.

To depict a kindergarten student as an unfeeling monster who felt nothing as his sister took one beating after another, is pure evil! Most artists are caring and sensitive people who are capable of owning a profound love, especially the love of art – and fellow artists! Does there exist a description of my kindergarten art as recalled by the famous artist ‘Rosamond’. If a kindergarten teacher can recall Christine’s art, then, Christine can recall her ow art – and my own. Sandra Faulkner was helping Rosamond complete her autobiography just before she died. Surely Sandra had my sister talk about her gifts as a child and a teenager. Where is that testimony? Tom Snyder said there existed very little of Christine’s own words, and those words that he beheld were; “The ideation of a woman who was not well when she wrote them.” Snyder chose to hide these words from the world. Who showed him these words?

After hearing my brother Mark Presco got to look at the rough draft of Snyder’s ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ I asked him why he didn’t contribute to the biography Pierrot commissioned. I got this answer;

“I couldn’t think of anything nice to say about her!”

Hmmmmm! So, instead of reading the testimony of Mark Presco about his famous sister who was two years younger the he, THE LIARS ivet a kindergarten teacher in hope they get their movie up on the silver screen. If they succeed, then Tyler will not have to google me when he is eighteen. Surely her will go to the theatre with his mother, who will brag about her being Rosamond’s niece. And when the five year old Demon Child comes on the scene, the theatre will be filled with boos, for they had heard of this Cruel Parasite Demon who was handed a clothehanger by his mother, and joined in on the beating of the beautiful Rosamond, who, only wanted to be free, free of Rosemary’s Baby.

When I behold the innocent faces of the dead children of Sandybrook, I wonder how there can be such a monster in the world. Then I read Lynch’s lies, how she butchered the truth, and demonized a six year old child, who is seen above looking at something in a classroom. This photo was taken by my second grade teacher, I believe. She bid me to paste it on a piece of lined paper and write something below, then, give it to my parents. Tis is what I wrote;

“I AM LOOKING AT A PICTURE”

In 2000 I agreed to contribute to Tom Snyder’s biography, but when he sent me an Exclusive Rights contract to sign, I called him on the phone and asked him if this contract would legally forbid me from publishing my own words about Christine.

“That’s a good question.” Snyder began, and then brought out the smoke and mirrors in order to create more rosy illusion so the truth will not be known, the many questions, never answered. When I brought this problem to Mark, he insisted I sign that contract. I told him to go to hell. He disowned me the “family artist” the surviving family artist that was going to be put deeper in Rosamond’s shadow then when she was alive – by family members!
When I was thirteen my favorite story and movie was ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’ by Oscar Wilde. In this movie we see a TRANSFERENCE, where a beautiful, but debauched young man, makes a wish that his portrait show signs of sinful degregation, and not he. Be careful what you wish for. The portrait grows old, while the young man stays eternally young. His friends begin to wonder. The monster in the attic is discovered. The truth is, exposed, put in the spotlight.

Christine’s jealousy of me and my gifts began when her husband, Larry Sidel gave her LSD. Christine did nit see herself as an artist, nor did she render works of art in earnest. Like most schoolchildren she was bid to draw and paint, but, she did not pursue any gift that she beheld in herself, and in her work. I on the other hand was chosen twice out of a hundred student across America to have their work tour the world. At thirteen, and against at sixteen, students in foreign lands were beholding my pictures. Rosemary was not the sole recognizer of my talents. However, she did atch on to my gifts, she telling her friends, and my siblings;

“My son get’s his gifts from me!”

This is a transference, where I do not own my gifts, or my works of art, I just a vehicle that brings acaliads to Rosemary who claims she was sexually abused by her father. I have proven that to be a lie.

Christine took up art when she was twenty four. She was on welfare and had a four year old girl to support, Shannon Sidel, Larry’s daughter. MicahelDundon suggested she try her hand at art, and bought her art supplies. Priscilla Presley bought a piece she entered in a art show, and this got the attention of Ira Cohen, who signed my sister to a terrible contract where she was bid to produce one painting a week. Falling behind, Christine got a large projector, a spotlight, and broadcast fashion photographs on to a empty canvas. Cohen had rejected ten of Christine paintings, one of them ending u hidden in Rosemary’s closet. It was nothing like the work the spotlight produced. There were not infamous “empty spaces”

All our family members knew the truth, that Christine had ripped me off, put me in her shadow, just to make money. My kindred kept their moths shit because Rosamond employed everyone – but me! Rosamond handed out Bragging Rights to everyone – but me! I am sure my kindred considered my anguish, looked at the real pain I suffered,that my beloved sister betrayed me, the family member she loved and repcted the most. But, we all knew she NEEDED this, need to transfer my identity to her, because her identity was utterly shattered due to the extreme abuse she suffered. Never in the history of art, has and artist been so unselfish as I. I kept my mouth shut, and blessed her work. Since 1994 I have been trying to salvage the Rosamond artistic Legacy, from The Great Lie, and the Liars that feed THE ILLUSION.

“The truth will set you free!”

The truth is, my beloved sister transferred the love she owned for her parents over to me, because, it was not safe to love Rosemary and Vic. Notonly did they abuse us on every way, they took everything from us. They went after our lovers and our children, money and our fame!

The source of lie about the Fake School teacher story came from the movie ‘Mommy Dearest’. Christine had published a gallery flyer that told of her plight, that at three and half years of age she was forced to hide in a closet in order to draw. One day I discovered her, and ran to get my Mommy, who came and whipped Rosamond with a clothes hanger. I called Christin and asked her what this bullshit was all about.

“Oh that. It was written just to sell art. Beised, it was not aimed at you, but mother!”

Don’t yu think it is about time my kindred stop punishing mend calling me a “parasite”? Why my kindred believe I have no feeling, and feel no pain, is terrifying,because, they are thankful it is happening to me, and not to them. Thiis clip from Mommy Dearest is Rosemary when she got drunk. And she got drunk most every night, and let us know how bitter she was that Vic stuck her with the brats. As to why the two monsters had four children, we heard;

“Your father refused to wear a condom. He said it was like taking a shower with your socks on!”

Isn’t it time for their to be two gifted children in the Presco family, and get rid of those lying parasites who just can’t accpetthe truth?

I am sure Jacci Belforn and Stacey Pierrot read Christine’s autobiography that Vicki showed me, and that I read in part. It begins, thus;

“Everyone who knew my brother believed he would be a famous artist someday, but it was not to be!”

Christine goes on to say it was she who became famous, instead. There is nothing wrong with this statement, but, then she goes on the demonize me. It is obvious to anyone who read this that Rosamond is using her fame to make sure I am never a world famous artist. She puts me her autobiography in order to nullify my chance to be famous. She makes up lies as to why I dont deserve to be famous “someday” Rosamond is terrified, that this might happen, that justice might be served, alas the world beholding the works of the arhctyla artist – not ony ib the family – but in the world. You see, I never depended upon members for my artistic identity. I looked to other artist, famous or not, for the common traits we share. One of those traits is we are loyal to one another, thus, we would never go after another artist with the intent of destroying that creative soul. There had to be a motive for Rosamond’s attempt to destroy a fellow artist. The formast motive was, Rosamond was not a famous artist. She was a succesful commercial artist. To be acknowledged as one of the Greats, you have to have the reviews and the opinions of valid Art Critics. No REAL art critic cam forth, because, they knew what they were looking at.
Rosamond’s autobiography was a cruel critic of a failed artist, an artist who did not make it to the top, and had all but given up his gift – in despair!
Gee, I wonder why? Everything has been take from me – even after Rosamond died in 1994.

When Jacci Belford told me on the phone she was glad Vic was not going to get his prints back, she then attached herself to MY family abused by saying;

“I was abused by my father. This is what Christine and I had in common.”

I wrote to the executor and told him that all the children in my family suffered THUS abuse, equally. It is our abuse, and not the abuse of outsiders. Therefore, they can employ our childhoods without the permission of all the abused, and not just the abuse of one child, who is now dead, and thus does not suffer any more. My family will suffer into the next generation. I am trying to break this chain of abuse. But, first the truth must be told.

Mommy Dearest was written by Christina Crawford. She tells of her own childhood abuse. This is traditional. For outsiders to write about childhood abuse, second hand, is bullshit, especially when one of the abused children objects, or, is authoring his own autobiography about family abuse. But, when an abused child’s story is oppressed, a fake story put out there on the market in hop sof outshining and burying the first hand account, what we have here is secondary childhood abuse, where such authors come to aid of the abusers in keeping the truth under wraps.

When Tom Snyder tried to trick me into singing away my literary rights to tell my story, and then a month later goes after my sixteen year old child, he became a first hand child abuser. When I tried to warn my daughter, those who promoted the Rosamond Lie, made me out to be insane lest I am believed. Child abusers do this. This is where all the damage is done.

It appears my family and the Rosamond legacy lie in ruin.

The reason Rosemary rained down her wrath upon my beautiful sister, was because she caught her husband sexually abusing her daughter. He had taken her out of the house to his truck, at night, when it was dark. Vic was the love of Rosemary’s life. He had utterly betrayed her and his children. She hdat to get rid of him in order to protect Vicki. rosemary could not look at Christie without feeling hatred for her, with it casting blame on her. To cast a six year old boy into this darkness, is a great sin. I have been the family Scapegoat for as long as I remember, for Christine made a powerful and beautiful bond with e, and Vic and Rosemary began to worry if Christine had told………….the truth! No one liked our bond. In 1992, I began my autobiography ‘Bonds With Angels’ which was motivated by the hope Christine and I could recover our loving bond. You have just read the miracle of that recovery. There is no greater story, our bond in the World of Art. When you clear away the blood, the tears, the smoke, and the mirror, the truth remains. The truth is, Christine and I had no business being creative children because of the abuse we suffered. I have often said we should have become axe murderer, or, serial killers. No artist, poet, or writer has worked their way out of a deeper hole them the one Christine and I wer born in.

The last profound thing Rosemary said to me shortly after Christine was dead, was;

“You were her John the Baptist. You prepared herwayQ!”

As a child, I took my sisters hand, and led her out of hell. In my hand, was a paint brush. Christine once gave me credit for her success, because I taught her all I knew about art. I was like a parent, but, I was her teacher. I was Christine’s caregiver, because I knew my parents had driven her insane and was insane when she was a child. So was I.

I was the first to get sober. As brother’s and sisters in AA, Christine and I read the Big Book, and thus, the second step….

“Came to believe a power greater then ourselves could restore us to sanity!”

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

In the book, Christina Crawford claims that she was a victim of child abuse during her mother’s battle with alcoholism and that her mother was more concerned about her motion picture career than the well-being of her four children, suggesting she may have adopted them for publicity purposes. She also suggests that Joan had a long list of affairs with men whom Christina was required to call “Uncle” and rarely “Daddy”, and claims Joan also had many affairs with women.

Christina recounts several evenings where Joan’s behavior was unbalanced, and at least one encounter with her mother where Crawford attempted to strangle her. In another, Joan reportedly discovered Christina’s clothes hanging in a closet on wire hangers, instead of higher-quality padded hangers, and launched into a violent tirade on the subject.
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THE BEGINNING: Oakland, California
If Christine’s parents had embraced her talent, there might be existing works from her childhood, but this was not to be. Fearing that Christine would steal her brother’s spotlight as the family artist, Christine’s mother, Rosemary, forbade Christine to draw at home. The only time she could express herself was at school or in her closet, by flashlight, when everyone else was asleep. Though we don’t have images to prove it, Christine’s kindergarten teacher has said that, by age five, Christine was already drawing with adult skill. She can remember Christine’s pictures of animals having near perfect detail and perspective.
In addition to oppressing Christine artistically, Rosemary also dominated Christine with physical violence. Trying to support four children with only a high school education and little help from her alcoholic husband, Rosemary was often enraged. She took this rage out on Christine and Christine’s earliest known works reflect it. In Teenage Drawing II, her subject is reticent and withdrawn. In Teenage Drawing III, the woman looks shocked and angry.

Transference is a phenomenon characterized by unconscious redirection of feelings from one person to another. One definition of transference is “the inappropriate repetition in the present of a relationship that was important in a person’s childhood.”[1] Another definition is “the redirection of feelings and desires and especially of those unconsciously retained from childhood toward a new object.”[2] Still another definition is “a reproduction of emotions relating to repressed experiences, especially of childhood, and the substitution of another person … for the original object of the repressed impulses.”[3] Transference was first described by Sigmund Freud, who acknowledged its importance for psychoanalysis for better understanding of the patient’s feelings.

The novel tells of a young man named Dorian Gray, the subject of a painting by artist Basil Hallward. Basil is impressed by Dorian’s beauty and becomes infatuated with him, believing his beauty is responsible for a new mode in his art. Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, a friend of Basil’s, and becomes enthralled by Lord Henry’s world view. Espousing a new hedonism, Lord Henry suggests the only things worth pursuing in life are beauty and fulfilment of the senses. Realizing that one day his beauty will fade, Dorian (whimsically) expresses a desire to sell his soul to ensure the portrait Basil has painted would age rather than he. Dorian’s wish is fulfilled, and when he subsequently pursues a life of debauchery, the portrait serves as a reminder of the effect each act has upon his soul, with each sin displayed as a disfigurement of his form, or through a sign of aging.[4]

Transference is the theoretical process by which emotions are transferred from one person to another. Transference is a key concept in psychodynamic psychotherapies. In these types of therapies, it is presumed that the patient’s feelings about important people in his life (such as parents or caregivers) are transferred onto the therapist, so that he comes to feel about and reacts to the therapist as he would to these important figures in their lives. It is believed that through transference, the therapist can see how the individual interacts with people, and the therapist uses this information to help the individual build healthier relationships.
Why is Transference Important in BPD?
Therapists who practice transference focused therapy for BPD believe that the key issues that cause the symptoms of BPD are related to dysfunctional relationships in childhood that continue to impact adolescent and adult relationship functioning. The theory is that through interactions with our caregivers in early childhood, we develop a sense of self, as well as mental representations of others. If something goes wrong during this development, we may have difficulty forming a solid sense of self, or have problems in how we relate to other people.
Because there is evidence that childhood maltreatment and/or early loss of caregivers is associated with increased risk of BPD, and because the symptoms of BPD include significant problems in relationships and instability in sense of self, some experts have proposed that BPD needs to be treated by building healthier relationships through the use of transference.
What to Expect in Transference Focused Therapy for BPD
In transference focused therapy for BPD, the focus is on the interaction between the patient and the therapist. The therapist rarely gives advice or instructs you on what to do. Instead, the therapist will likely ask you many questions and help you explore your reactions during session.
In transference focused therapy, an emphasis is placed on the current moment (rather than the past). Instead of talking about how you related to your caregivers, you will spend more time talking about how you are relating to your therapist. The therapist also tends to remain neutral in this type of therapy (such as they will generally not give you their opinion), and is unavailable outside the therapy session (except in cases of emergencies).