The Story of Rosamond
by
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
From: John Presco
To: Bancrofthouse
Subject: Re: a message from Patrice
Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 12:27:35 -0500 (EST)
When Tom first contacted me he told me I was central to Christine’s
biography. I considered letting him finish the biography I had begun
in 1990, as I have at least two books to write, I making several
starts, only to have my information expand dramatically. I may have solved
some core mysteries of King Arthur and the Holy Grail, and great
secrets surrounding the original Nazarite church. Tom told me he was
working with Stacey, and I told him any help I provided had to be
under critical guidelines, being, this is a story of miracles and
recovery aimed at helping those who suffer from the abusive disease of alcoholism – especially children – who make bonds with angels in order to survive horrendous abuse and abandonment.
When Stacey Pierrot came out with the first Rosamond webpage, she said Christine chose Sandra Faulkner to co-author her auto-biography that she begun – because they look alike! That book was disappeared, along with Sandra, after I pointed out in a letter to Sydney Morris, notes for that book belong to my nieces – the Heirs!
I told Patrice and Heather Hanson about this intrigue when alas I saw MY CHILD for the first time! I told them my Grail book had a much better chance of success, than Snyder’s bullshit book. Mother&Child were not happy, because they wanted to be in any book about Rosamond, and, not in a book – that is off topic!
Keep in mind Dan Brown’s book will not be published till two years later. I am not saying it would have been the big hit ‘The Davinci Code’ was, but, I have a creative right to take my best shot. Creative families are like this. They make contributions. This is when THEY made plans to go see Tom, who wrote this Art Killer and Fame Deadener!
“Christine had used a opaque projector to speed her work!”
My mouth dropped when I read this! (page 89). Rosamond was the World’s No.4 World Famous Woman Hero. Now Tom Terrific is telling her loyal female fans – she cheated! What a moron! If Morris&Buck was handling the legacy of a famous ball bearing maker, and the biographer told the world these ball bearings were first made by Nazi slaves, then he would blow a businessman cork!
“Don’t tell me they were Jews!”
The model I would have used to keep Tom Snyder focused, would be a image of Wonder Woman wearing a giant dildo as she beckons Garth Benton to her Studio Sanctuary. Tom’s book is full of the idea Christine wanted to wear the pants in the family, and, this is why things went terribly wrong for her. What is the fucking point? Snyder erases all doubt Christine is a highly commercialized, artist, who likes to make and spend a lot of money. Why not hire a fantasy cartoonist and publish ‘The Legend of Rosamond’ with twenty illustrations done by Shannon Rosamond, that are on sale at the Rosamond Gallery? They don’t have to be rendered by Shannon. A ghost illustrator could be working away behind the Magic Curtain. They idea that The Legend is being carried forth by a Woman Member of My Family, is what Rosamond fans wanted to see. It’s all about THE BUY IN.
‘Come up to my studio, Garthy Baby. I want to show you my etchings!”
Now that is a Rosamond Woman! Not this ‘Evil Reminder’! What woman would pay $500 dollars to hang this image on their wall, a pathetic sight to see when they come home late from that second job that puts a roof over her children’s head!
“I am so beaten down!”
Why didn’t Snyder go with the flow. His book makes the greatest case for the monetary success of Crass Commercialism, then, he taketh away. Tom makes a powerful case copping out does not pay!
“This could be you if you betray your artistic integrity!”
Above is a pic of Sandra, and, Heather&Mommy Dearest – who abused the fuck out of me! I had it coming – I guess! They could not blame the non-artists in the family, or Garth. It had to be all my fault because I tried to convince Heather this was her chance to be The Real Hero’, she the daughter who stuck by her father – THE LONG SHOT – when everyone doubted me!
If there are any Rosamond stragglers left wandering aout the barren and forsaken seascape, then Tom makes sure they are all wiped out by delivering the last coup de grace. There are ten in all.
“A few minutes later, on the way down toward Rocky Point, I had a reaction in the car with Nina that I feel so terrible about, and I’ll tell you. We were almost there, when an ambulance passed us, going the other way. We both realized it was carrying Christine. My mind flashed back over the last last few months and years, and all the anguish for Nina and Drew and me, even for Christine. I was crying, and I turned to Nian – this is what I am ashamed of – and I said, ‘We’re free. And drew is saved.”
Lining up to see Christine in a open casket, my brother said this to me;
“Don’t worry. She’s not really dead!
Was Sandra invited out to Rocky Point for the party? Was she drugged and thrown off the cliff? Death would stop the investigation by the IRS. Christine was surrounded by expert tax dodgers. For years Sara’s fans thought I was Sara. Christine offered to teach me her style.
“It’s easy!”
Vicki asked me stay in Christine’s home and keep Shannon of stealing. They were shocked when I refused. I see Getty Gallery Goons letting themselves in the sliding patio door.
I offered to teach Heather her aunts style. That’s when they lured her away from me. Too many Rosamonds, spoil the broth. Christine…….was cremated! She formed seven partnerships, one with Lawrence Chazen – a month after the Family Partnership prints were published. They did not sell. Vicki and Vic got no profits or accounting. They were not supposed to sell. They were used as a tax write-off. Looks like money-laundering!
Jon Presco
After failing to get me to contribute my miracle of recovery, as now revealed in posting my letters from Vicky Arnold, I forbid Snyder to use any aspect of the Family Recovery because we are going to need it for generations to come. It has to remain integral, even if the art can not.
The disease of alcoholism is a genetic one. My daughter’s appearance in my life was months away. Snyder stole our program in order to refresh the waning interest in Rosamond’s art, and, to secure movie rights based upon this biography. The public did not buy it, a man revealing secrets about a woman, as if he was the victim – on the road to recovery! There is no program from dead drunks in AA.
They……..gave this book away with a purchase of two are more Rosamonds – depending on the value. It is hard to believe this bargain was put on any artist’s website. It was like throwing a lead life preserver to a drowning man. Anyone who went for this Entertainment Package of the Century, walked ten feet out of the gallery, stopped in their tracks, and wondered what the hell he/she just bought! This is more of ‘THE DEAD ARTIST SALE’ that began hours after my beloved sister drowned.
I mean, picture this. The new owner of a Rosamond walks into his house. Goes and gets his little tool box in the mud room. Hammers a nail in his wall. Hangs an image of a beautiful young woman on the wall, pours himself a glass of wine, flicks the switch to ignite the flame in his faux fireplace, and in no time is reading this;
““Before the service, Vicki had taken the trouble to go through Christine’s
bedroom, putting her jewelry and intimate belongings out of sight. As matters
turned out, it did little good, for the funeral was not long over before family
members and others were ravaging Christine’s house, taking whatever could be
carted away. The artist’s closet, a veritable mother lode – took the worst
beating. World-class spender that Christine had been, much of the clothing had
never been worn. So whatever still bore price tags was hauled off to be
exchanged for money. Jewelry disappeared, as well as other personal belongings.
Gallery employees and close friends of the family, along with Vicki, were doing
their best to staunch the flow – the estate had not yet been inventoried – but
to no avail.”
O.K. He reasons. “I don’t know much about art, but I know bullshit when I read it!”
Now his mind begins to turn on him. “Why am I being lied to? What is the fucking motive?”
In a hour he has tried to burn his Rosamond in his fake fireplace, but that only turned it into a gnarly grotesque mask. Now he calls up his girlfriend he just broke up with and ask her to come over and hold him…..one last time!
“Make it go away! I don’t understand. Why didn’t anyone call the police? This is a cultural tragedy! Didn’t the Nazis do stuff like this? I mean – I’ve done the math! There had to be at least five people who tried to staunch the flow. How many looters were they up against? Didn’t anyone try to get to a phone and call for backup?”
“There! There! There! Do you now understand how your big brain got you in trouble when we were together? I think you’ve had way too much Art & Culture for one night. Would you like another glass of wine?”
As things turn out, there are a dozen reality shows where Hillbillies go hog wild. While talking to Chris in New York about her famous artist boyfriend, Stephen Eins, I am watching this sick Hillbilly show where diabolical plots are made against real nasty hill folk. One guy is making a pitchfork trap that when stepped upon, springs up and sticks the rival in the stomach. One hill dude is throwing and sticking all kinds of shit in a tree, garden spades, screwdrivers, you name it.
I am probably giving my series away, here, but my show will be titled ‘Redneck Art Gallery’. It’s about a real backwoods Oakland Hills clan who strike it rich in the field of Naïve Art, and open a gallery in Carmel. They move into a mansion next to the Clint Eastwoods. The Backwoods verses the Eastwoods. Get it?
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