Prince John and Briar Rose

Prince Ivan captures Beauty and runs away with her on the back of Grey Wolf. Ivan is John in Russian.

Marilyn Reed is the only person close to me who understands what a Muse is.  I did a painting of my First Love, from the photo on the right taken by the world famous fashion photographer, Steven Silverstein – who may have been inspired by Maxfield Parrish – like I and my late sister were. Christine Rosamond knew Marilyn was my Muse – ten years before she took up art and signed images of her beautiful women by her middle name;

Rosamond

Here is the entrance to where the paintings of Briar Rose by Edward Burne-Jones, lie in wait. Edward is a Pre-Raphaelite. In 1969 I declared myself a New Pre-Raphaelite and did a large canvas of my Muse, Rena Easton, who claims she danced professional ballet. Prove it. Get out your cellphone, and send me a video. Do a little ‘Sleeping Beauty’ and send it to  braskewitz@yahoo.com

My daughter is doing some modeling for the mother of the man who got her pregnant and refused to marry her. Heather is Patrice Hanson’s muse, but, Patrice has no talent. I saw a picture of Belle living in an old factory. In other photos she looks just like Nisha, Marilyn’s daughter. Perhaps they are still waiting for their Prince Charming to come, and thus reject this old man.

“Then round about that place there grew a hedge of thorns thicker
every year, until at last the whole castle was hidden from view, and
nothing of it could be seen but the vane on the roof. And a rumor
went abroad in all that country of the beautiful sleeping Rosamond,
for so was the Princess called; and from time to time many Kings’
sons came and tried to force their way through the hedge; but it was
impossible for them to do so, for the thorns held fast together like
strong hands, and the young men were caught by them, and not being
able to get free, there died a lamentable death.Many a long year
afterwards there came a King’s son into that country, and heard an
old man tell how there should be a castle standing behind the hedge
of thorns, and that there a beautiful enchanted Princess named
Rosamond had slept for a hundred years, and with her the King and
Queen, and the whole court. The old man had been told by his
grandfather that many Kings’ sons had sought to pass the thorn-hedge,
but had been caught and pierced by the thorns, and had died a
miserable death. Then said the young man, “Nevertheless, I do not
fear to try; I shall win through and see the lovely Rosamond.” The
good old man tried to dissuade him, but he would not listen to his
words.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buscot_Park

Capturing Beauty is an Art Book. Why so many close to me can not grasph this, is mind-boggling. It is a cultural crime the way I have been treated. I should have walked into this room at Buscot Park soon after Christine Rosamond Benton died in 1994, and announced there existed American Pre-Raphaelites.

Let us go there in cyberspace accompanied by…………

Jon Presco

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsarevitch_Ivan,_the_Firebird_and_the_Gray_Wolf