Rosamond’s Victory Lap

Above is photographic proof Christine Rosamond Benton didn’t take up art till 1972. I could stop right here and hit the “Publish” button, and not offer an explanation, because I have seen the Doomsday Watch – and the world’s coming to an end. Nothing matters anymore, unless you are a follower of the extremely good-looking Son of God, who could pass as Rena’s father, and, for the next two zillion years you will own the privilege of gazing upon his all-powerful – Beauty! Wow! Life has meaning – for some! All time pieces are banned in Heaven.

Vicki showed me our sister’s 276 page autobiography that began;

“Everyone thought my brother would become a world famous artist someday, but, it was not meant to be.”

How prophetic, because it looks like the world is going to end – before I complete my novels and do that series of paintings of Rena. Shoot! Were there other prophetic warning? Kahra, Rosamond’s Tarot Card Reader, said the Death card did come up in her reading conducted a week before she was swept off dangerous rocks by a large wave. Surely Khara told my sister to be extra careful and stay out of danger. Here is their ghost writer;

“Hugh Bromily, Khara’s husband and Episcopal priest, conducted the
service with taste and dignity. Raphael spoke, along with Karen; two
friends from childhood. The rest was, given those involved, what one
might expect. Vic was cornering whatever woman he could; Rosemary
came in drunk, lost in her story that she was the only seventeen-year-
old to turn down Errol Flynn’s advances. ”Oh it was just awful.”
Lillian recalls. ‘Rosemary was shouting that Shannon was late, ‘and
ought to have her butt kicked.’ I don’t know all what she said after
that but she had her silver flask with her and it was getting rough.”

Wow! Is this part of Michael Barry’s movie script that his father edited out?

Rosemary and Melba, Vic’s mother, were dead when the outsider’s trashy novel came out. Vicki and Mark Presco got to read the draft. So much for family loyalty – they faked! You got to show some sympathy for the Devil just to develop the plot. To trash the alleged bad guys in one paragraph is to throw the script ‘Chinatown’ and ‘Farewill My Lovely’ overboard.

Here is Captain Vic reading Barry’s script before he conducted a conference call. Like Natalie Wood, Rosamond knew too much. If anyone knows the whereabouts of my old school chum, let me know. He has disappeared off the face of the earth.

This attempt by ‘The Rose of the World’ to be a writer was disappeared. People did not like what they were reading. They killed Rosamond ‘The Writer’ and then put words in her mouth. Vicki and Mark Presco invited outsiders, strangers to come in and have it their way. Rosamond’s run, was over. Their books did not sell, nor did thousands of Rosamond prints they snatched. My privacy was invaded. Sometimes I regret exposing the truth. But, they had it coming.

The world came to an end for me in August of 1970, when I watched Rena board a Greyhound Bus in Winnamucca Nevada. I knew there was an empty seat next to a very lucky male who would get to ride with her for the twenty-hour trip to Grand Island Nebraska. No matter what his age, or, how experienced he was with woman, I felt his all-consuming crisis as he struggles to come up with a line, the perfect line, to deliver to this perfect beauty.

“Where are you going, good looking?”

“Away! Away from him, as far as I can…away!”

Christine has travelled back to Roseville to visit our cousins, the Bailys, who we rarely paid any attention to. But, when you have just become world famous, overnight, you make that list. Janis Joplin made a list before she went back to Texas, after she became a Monster Success.

That’s Matherw Baily with a movie camera. Howard and Beverly are givng the Family Star a gleeful hug, because, nothing ever good came out of Roseville. That’s Craig next to grandma Melba. He is biting his thumbnail, because he used to be the Family Hero. Melba is beside herself, because she put all her chips on my brother, then my little sister. She hated my mother who had to be doing some major gloating, too!

“That’s my daughter, the world-famous artist……..Rosamond!”

The dude standing off to the side, is Scott. By the way, Mathew’s home movie and interview with Christine – has vanished!

Christine copied some of my artistic attitude, such as wearing riding boots, a family tradition. Beverly was creative and was on of the people who thought I would be famous.

What I see in this photograph is the first shoot of Michael Barry’s infamous Art Movie ‘The Second Coming of Suzanne’. Christine believes her mental illness is behind her, and alas she finds acceptance for who she has always been ‘The Gifted One’. But, if you can read between the lines, Rosamond has fallen into a trap. The Bailys built a cross for Christine, and are leading her out to the vineyard to try it on.

Meanwhile, Rena is on a jetliner with her new husband who owns an old estate on the Isle of Wight. Here is Rosamond looking at the photo of the painting I did of my muse, that inspired her to take up art.

There are two very bad biographies written about Rosamond, not counting the two that were disappeared. Christine’s autobiography is one of them. One biographer says Rosamond rarely made notes, or wrote anything about herself. Snyder said;

“What few words that exist were the ideations of woman who was not well when she wrote them.”

The could be a movie, a play, a musical about Rosamond, but, her never-ending story will never be told, because she is proof positive the Day of the Lord’s Wrath, is at hand! The sky will darken. Until that day, there will be no justice in the world. Michael Barry knew this, because he sat across from my and Bryan McClean in art class, He saw my watercolor I did of the Oakland Produce Market that was chosen to tour the world. And he saw the drawings the Bryan did of the Surf Bunnies he had made love to, that were world famous. Bryan was a Surfer. He bedded Christine, and he rendered the first Rosamond women that my sister never lay eyes on, because she was too busy looking in the mirror!

The photo above is proof Julie Lynch lied about Rosamond being a “closeted arstis” who was forced to draw in a close since she was four because our mother only wanted me to be a world famous artist. However, if you buy the Big Lie, then it is proof she was still hiding her gift by visiting obscure relatives, lest I see she is flaunting it and run and tell my Mommy.

Here are images from the movie ‘Sudden Impact’. Susan Lockley is doing a self-portrait that is her Dorian Grey. She has become a Serial Killer of the men that raped her and her sister, who is a vegetable in a asylum. My good friend, Paul Drake, played the head monster, Mick. Mary Ann encouraged Paul to take up acting. What the fuck is going on!!!!! Sandra plays a crazy artist who can not be cured, but is forgiven of going on a shooting rampage by Crazy Harry Hallahan, played by right-wing nut, Clint Eastwood who is a big supporter of the NRA – and the Arts! He was the Mayor of Carmel, and was present when Rosamond presented her portrait of the actor, Jimmy Stewart.