The following is from ‘When You Close Your Eyes’ the first biography of Christine Rosamond by Tom Snyder. This is the testimony of Garth Benton, and artist, and cousin of Thomas Hart Benton.
“Christine worked almost exclusively from photographs and figures she cut from magazines like Vanity Fair and Vogue and Glamour,” Garth recalls. “That’s why the women in her middle period were so exquisite – the inspiration for them came from elegant magazines that set the standard.”
After Christine offered to teach me her style, I discovered the secret of it when I went looking for her bathroom. I opened the door to a closet by mistake. Inside was a large artist’s projector. Christine was in pain to be found out. She came and sat down with me;
“Greg. I owe my success to you. I have it all, money, a new house and car. But, I don’t feel like an artist. Can you help me.”
Rena Easton’s sisters appeared in fashion magazines. Rena was on a poster. Here are the true Rosamond women. This is why I was so thrilled to receive that letter from Rena, where she wrote “Rosemond” on the envelope. I cried because I had an heir, and, would soon be seeing the Rosemond Archetype face to face.
At my second psychic reading they saw my sister was very creative, but,
“She is oppressing your creativity. I don’t understand why.”
The outside ghost writers included next to nothing of what you read in this blog. I have put Christine amongst the greats.
While having dinner with Meredith, I got frustrated, and made this pronouncement.
“I forbid you to think of me as an artist, anymore. From now on – I am an Art Critic! This means you do not get to run my struggle as a real artist thru you voo-doo artist bullshit!”
Even though he wrote a dissertation on ‘The Creative Person’ Mark knows nothing about art and artists. He must have looked over some dudes shoulder at Harvard, He has me hang picture for him because he has no talent. Having a degree in psychology, I see his little wheels turning when I say things like;
“Christine was not a real artist. She was a fabrication. Smoke and mirrors were employed. She took up art because she was on welfare. Her style was dictated to her by her handler. I have spent years trying to legitimize her for the sake of my nieces, my daughter, my grandson, because the Rosamond Brand has value. I am the real artist in the family. I never made any money on my art. My Muse inspired Rosamond to take up art when she was twenty-four. The history of our family that I have put together will save the late Rosamond and our creative Family Legacy. The outsiders are liars and frauds. Their biographies are parasites who have committed crimes against the Art World.”
This is where Mark gets his two cents in. He chooses to see me as the worst case of sibling rivalry anyone has ever seen. I am a rabid dog who wants to collect and burn all the bad books that he thinks made Rosamond famous for starters! Mark’s solution is for me to forget all I know to be the truthful about the real Art World, and just pick up a brush and paint!
“Are you suggesting I return to my cell at the Funny Farm and commit myself to some serious basket weaving? How dare you! I suppose you believe the lie about the “rogue wave”‘
Five years after Christine Rosamond Benton was dragged into the Pacific Ocean by a “rogue wave”, I discovered the art work of Philip Boileu who was the nephew of Jessie Benton Fremont. I was floored. Christine, nor Garth knew Philip existed, or any of the fake biographers! I have read many books about artists. This is what you look for. You do a search of the artists peers, their family, their influences. You connect the dots. This is what makes artists famous. Here was the solution, the way to undo the Art Projector factor. For some weird reason Philip and Rosamond work is very similar. Why? Why is this important. BECAUSE, there can only be one explanation.
THIS IS THE WORK OF THE GREAT MUSE who transcends time and space. She appear to this one, and then that one. Her influence in the past effects the future, her influence in the future, affects the past.
Philip Boileau did thirty-four covers for the Saturday Evening Post. Artists throughout history are connected in ways that need to be studied by great minds. Get going. You can start with my mind. Hook me up to machines. Poke me and take my blood. Stop playing your fucking little games!
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Christine Rosamond Benton became a Con-Artist with the help of her father The Con-Artist. I knew the secret of Rosamond’s success as did Rosemary and aunt Lillian. This is why there is not one word from them about Christine’s art in the terrible biographies, or, any words from me. I am demonized. Belle told me she wanted to be a radical artist. Alley is a radical artists of sorts. I highly suspect Belle and Alley studied this blog before they called me. I accuse Belle of gaming the system. Did they notice there is very little about me and Christine in regards to a narrative? My struggle to survive is epic – least as an artist. I knew I was the light and hope of my family. When Christine became famous I moved into the background and admired my protégé who was in desperate straights before she picked up the brush in 1972. You could say we both were Con-Artists. As abused children we were beloved allies.