In my third book ‘The Story of Rosamond’ I give birth to my last and final muse, Rena-Christina Victoria Roozemonde. In keeping with the estate plan of my famous sister, Christine Rosamond Benton, I am going to publish a book that will truly generate a new interest in Rosamond’s beautiful women, amongst a new generation – that never heard of her. Of course a movie will be made from this Last Rose, an ap, and a video game. Young women can found their own cyber art gallery in their town without pity – and destroy those who did not believe they could make it – BIG!
The Revenge of Rena-Christina Victoria Roozemonde.
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
Rena-Christina felt smothered under the weight of her husbands white marble statues that grew all over the Bohemian Community of Carmel like dandelions. People came from all over the world to behold them. He was the darling of the California Art Scene. All the wineries in Sonoma had at least one Cecil Algonquin Benton greeting guests at the door.
They met in Holland at the Hieronymus Bosch gallery. She was the most beautiful woman Cecil had ever seen. He invited her to dinner, and tried to impress her by ordering the most expensive wine on the list. Then he began reciting his amazing family tree.
“Do you have any famous folks in your tree?” Cecil asked smugly, he waiting for a quick answer so he can continue up the illustrious Breckenridge limb.
“Yes I do. You pretended to look at them, when in fact you were checking out my boobs. I heard of you. You are a big boob man!”
“What? What, are you talking about? You have me confused!”
“Most of the folks in Bosch’s ‘Wedding Feast at Cana’ are my kindred. The Roover and Roozmont family were Swan Brethren who commissioned Bosh. See! Here is my rosebud broach my grandfather left to me in his Will. Ralph Roozmont was titled ‘The Wolf of s-Hetrogenbosch. He told me we descend from the Merovingians who ruled Toxanndria. I have our coat of arms tattooed on my back, between my shoulder blades. It is a dancing wolf. If you mind your manners, I will let you have a look-see. Oh, and do you mind if I call you Cee?”
Cecil let out a strange laugh that Rena-Christina overlooked, along with many things, because she was being seduced with the idea of co-creating a Art Dynasty. It was in both their bloodlines. They would have children. Rena suppressed a hardy laugh when Cecil pulled out a image of his ancestor, Casculus, from whom the awful name Cecil come.
“My! What big ears you have!” Tittered Rena-Christina. And she had a vision of their brand, her big eared sons and daughters working away on their creative projects at the Benton Gallery on Dolores Street. But this Roman had been at Troy! Did he behold her, the most beautiful woman in the world?
No sooner were they married, Cee put Re to work in his Carmel gallery. Selling statues was no easy task. Then Cee did that controversial statue for that freak, Phil Spector. The Benton gallery became a ghost town. The bills piled up, yet Cee would not stop going on spending sprees. This is when Cee encouraged Re to become a model. At twenty-three, she stole the show, like she did when they went back to the museum, where Re pointed out Bosch and Wolf on either side of Jesus.
“Look at the wallpaper in back of them! What is it saying to you? Bosch’s hand is covering a paper. He is slipping him a piece of paper! At first, Jesus gestures he is above such intrigue. But, you can see by the expression on his face, he’s about to change his mind!”
“You’re crazy!” Declared Cecil, his face green with envy, because that was what was missing in his…………true.mystery! He had to have her!
“I think that’s a napkin.” Cecil offered, then regretted his words as Roozemonde shot him a hard divorcing glance.
“Are you mocking me! I will not be mocked! Get out of my sight!”
This is when Cecil saw the other side of Rena-Christina, the beautiful woman who demanded to be taken seriously.
“And as for that shitty wine you put before me! My family has made the best wine in the world for four hundred years! I spit out your wine. I spit on you!”
(In the app, the more glasses of Rosemont wine your avatar drinks, the more potent her spit, that drains power from her advisary.)
Like other Roman families in the later times of the Republic, the Caecilii traced their origin to a mythical personage, Caeculus, the founder of Praeneste. He was said to be the son of Vulcan, and engendered by a spark; a similar story was told of Servius Tullius. He was exposed as an infant, but preserved by his divine father, and raised by maidens. He grew up amongst the shepherds, and became a highwayman. Coming of age, he called upon the people of the countryside to build a new town, convincing them with the aid of a miracle. An alternative tradition claimed that the Caecilii were descended from Caecas, one of the companions of Aeneas, who came with him to Italy after the sack of Troy
Hieronymus Bosch (/ˌhaɪ.əˈrɒnᵻməs ˈbɒʃ/;[1] Dutch: [ɦijeːˈroːnimɵz ˈbɔs];[2] born Jheronimus van Aken[3] [jeːˈroːnimɵs fɑn ˈaːkə(n)];[4] c. 1450 – 9 August 1516) was a Dutch/Netherlandish draughtsman and painter from Brabant. He is widely considered one of the most notable representatives of Early Netherlandish painting school. His work is known for its fantastic imagery, detailed landscapes, and illustrations of religious concepts and narratives.[5] Within his lifetime his work was collected in the Netherlands, Austria, and Spain, and widely copied, especially his macabre and nightmarish depictions of hell.
Little is known of Bosch’s life, though there are some records. He spent most of it in the town of ‘s-Hertogenbosch, where he was born in his grandfather’s house. The roots of his forefathers are in Nijmegen and Aachen (which is visible in his surname: Van Aken). His pessimistic and fantastical style cast a wide influence on northern art of the 16th century, with Pieter Bruegel the Elder being his best-known follower. His paintings have been difficult to translate from a modern point of view; attempts to associate instances of modern sexual imagery with fringe sects or the occult have largely failed. Today he is seen as a hugely individualistic painter with deep insight into humanity’s desires and deepest fears. Attribution has been especially difficult; today only about 25 paintings are confidently given to his hand[6] along with 8 drawings. Approximately another half dozen paintings are confidently attributed to his workshop. His most acclaimed works consist of a few triptych altarpieces, the most outstanding of which is The Garden of Earthly Delights.
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