How Did Natalie End Up In Water?

18 Nov 1961, Los Angeles, California, USA — Here are the three Natalies: the dark-eyed waif of Walter Keane; the thoughtful siren of Margaret Kean; and Natalie herself as you will find her any day at home. — Image by © Bettmann/Corbis

https://www.msn.com/en-us/tv/news/robert-wagner-called-a-person-of-interest-in-natalie-wood-death/ar-BBIyexZ?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp

Detectives don’t buy it, how Natalie Woods ended up in the water. I don’t know how Christine ended up in the water.

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/10/07/did-christine-rosamond-kill-herself/

I just discovered the Keanes did paintings of Natalie Woods. WHAT?!!!! Look at the two styles. Walter has rendered Natalie in Margaret’s style, and she paints Ms. Woods in a common style. I doubt she did that work. This is staged! This is Art Fraud that Margaret willingly took part in, and is not the BIG VICTIM………….after all! Consider Garth and Christine working side by side. Margaret’s Natalie looks like the Keane that was given to my uncle, but she was blonde.

I have a vision for a surreal art movie. ‘Dead Wood Won’t Float’. It might be a play or a musical based upon the work of Tom Wolfe who under the name. Eric Schneider, authored words about Walter Keane who hails from Nebraska.

SCENE

Orson Welles, Melvin Belli, and Tom Wolfe are having a esoteric conversation (does art imitate life?) by Natalies’ swimming pool while David Hockney and Andy Warhol do her portrait. Hockney is beside himself, and can’t get his eyes off Tab Hunter who is trying to get Natalie in the water – that she is terrified of according to her sister!  Andy has rendered a floating Campbell’s soup can. The subject turns to Faux Art.

“Is fake art more life-like then real art?’ When you consider actors and Hollywood, is not the world hooked on fakery and wants to receive most of its information from the unreal zone?”

Robert Wagner shows up, unexpectedly, and is jealous of Tab Hunter. They argue while David and Andy paint away. Orson Welles, in a bathrobe, keeps blocking the shot of the pool with his girth. Everytime he fills the screen, we hear loud angry voices – poolside! Belli is now shouting while Wolfe shoots up some LSD, and is freaking out. Tab and Robert start wrestling one another, which sends David into a erotic frenzy.

Natalie finds herself isolated, her home is being taken over by grandiose men who like to be the center of attention. When Orson moves away, there is Natalie, floating in the pool, face down. No one notices. Sean Connery shows up with a Natalie’s sister who has a leopard on a leash. As Sean and Orson exchange blows, the leopard attacks David, and drags him into the hedges by the scruff of his neck.

OMG! I just found out Walter was born in Lincoln Nebraska – and is Danish! Is his mother a Mormon? ‘Capturing Beauty’ has been elevated, somehow. Rena was terrified of the sea! Rena would not let me in the wather with her. Why? Did she have a dream she would be drowned by a handsome man – out West? Walter and Rena may be related.

How ironic Lana Wood ends up being thrown into a pool by a bad guys. I conclude fakery is the truer messenger. Was Natalie…………painted into the water? Anything is possible when you don’t own a picture of how a loved one died. Consider the portrait of Dorien Grey. Did Natalie have a twin brother? It has occurred to me that Rena looks like she did when I knew her, and thus she went to great lengths to keep me away. Did a Mormon sect find the Fountain of Youth?

In my book, Walter Keane is a person of interest in the death of Natalie. Was he at the party? Did he row out to the boat and crash the party? Was he afraid Ms. Wood would expose him and Margaret, tell her Hollywood friends the Keane’s were – frauds?

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanton_Macdonald-Wright

“Although he claims a nagging shoulder injury prevents him from painting, Mr. Keane has spent the last decade writing and rewriting a yet-to-be-published memoir he has titled The Real Love of Walter Keane. The manuscript is an extraordinary mixture of sexual braggadocio, mystical communications with the dead, monumental self-pity about the torments of the artist, and astonishingly delusional patches of self-inflation, culminating in Michelangelo’s necromantic election of Walter Keane to the Elysian Gallery of Artistic Immortals.”

Keane was born in Lincoln, Nebraska, in October 7, 1915, one of 10 children from his father’s second marriage. His mother, Alma Christina (Johnson) Keane, was from Denmark; and his father, William Robert Keane, was of Irish descent.[4] Keane grew up near the center of Lincoln and made money by selling shoes. In the early 1930s, he moved to Los Angeles, California, where he attended Los Angeles City College.[5] He moved to Berkeley, California, in the 1940s with his wife, Barbara (née Ingham), and went into real estate; both were real estate brokers.

 Alma <I>Johnson</I> Christensen

Photo added by Linda Berney

Alma Johnson Christensen

  • Birth 31 Dec 1887
  • Death 28 Feb 1975
  • Burial Hillside Cemetery Wolbach, Greeley County, Nebraska, USA
  • Plot 7-165
  • Memorial ID 37108375

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

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11069989/lauretta-christina-christensen#

https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37108375/alma-christensen

https://www.amazon.com/KEANE-Walter-Keane/dp/B0045RUP04

The Real Love of Walter Keane begins in rural Nebraska during Walter’s childhood, as he vies for parental attention among 14 siblings. He fondly remembers his grandmother, who instructs Walter at the age of five in how to paint a rose.

 

The West Side Story star was supposedly so upset after a drunken row between her actor-husband Robert Wagner and their guest, fellow actor Christopher Walken, that she had attempted to sail herself ashore from their yacht in the dark.

But now, just days before the 30th anniversary of her death, Los Angeles police have re-opened the case after Dennis Davern, the boat’s captain, said that he had taken part in a cover-up concocted by Wagner.

Lana Wood, 65, also an actress best known for her role in the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever, had never believed that her sister would have tried to sail herself at night, even after a day of heavy drinking.

“Natalie hated the water,” she said in an interview with the entertainment website tmz.com after the decision to re-open the investigation was announced. “She had a great fear of it. She didn’t go into her own swimming pool at home.

Her fear of open sea was particularly acute because their mother once predicted that Natalie would die by drowning in “dark water”, she recalled.

The mysterious death of Natalie Wood off Catalina Island has sparked more than three decades of speculation about whether it was an accident or murder.

Wood, 43, was boating off the island on Thanksgiving weekend 1981 with her husband, Robert Wagner, fellow actor Christopher Walken and others when she somehow went overboard and drowned. Officials at the time said her death was an accident, but there has been much speculation since over whether there was more to the story.

The case was reopened in 2011 but no charges were ever filed, and officials said at the time they were not sure if a crime had occurred.

This week, one of the investigators on the case, John Corina, reignited interest with some comments to CBS’ “48 Hours” about Wagner’s role in his wife’s death.

“As we’ve investigated the case over the last six years, I think he’s more of a person of interest now. I mean, we know now that he was the last person to be with Natalie before she disappeared,” he said.

It’s far from clear whether his comment reflected a significant change in the case. The department has long questioned aspects of Wagner’s story. And it’s unknown whether the department is any closer to determining whether Wood’s death was a homicide.

The last official change in the case came in 2013, when the Los Angeles County coroner’s office amended Wood’s cause of death from “accidental drowning” to “drowning and other undetermined factors.”

Wagner, gave three interviews to detectives during the original investigation three decades ago. Corina told The Times in 2013 that the actor “changed his story over the years, as has the caretaker of the vessel.”

Wood’s death was originally ruled an accident. But earlier this week, the L.A. County coroner’s office announced it had changed its determination on how Wood ended up in the water to “undetermined.” A coroner’s report released in 2013 cited unexplained fresh bruising on the actress’ right forearm, left wrist and right knee, along with a scratch on her neck and a superficial scrape on her forehead. Officials said the wounds open the possibility that she was assaulted before she drowned.

Back then, officials said, detectives simply wanted as clear a narrative about what happened on the boat as possible.

Wagner’s attorney, Blair Berk, said in 2013 that Wagner had nothing to do with the death.

“After 30 years, neither Mr. Wagner nor his daughters have any new information to add to this latest investigation,” she said in a statement. She could not immediately be reached for comment Thursday.

At the time, Berk blamed publicity seekers for trying to exploit the case.

The coroner’s report noted “conflicting statements” about when Wood disappeared, and whether she had argued with Wagner, who — along with Walken, her costar in the film “Brainstorm” — were aboard the 60-foot yacht where she was last seen alive Nov. 28, 1981.

Hours before her death, authorities said, the three actors had dined together at Doug’s Harbor Reef restaurant and then returned to the yacht, called the Splendour, where they drank and an argument ensued between Walken and Wagner.

According to the new autopsy report, Wood went missing about midnight, and an analysis of her stomach contents placed her death around that time. The report said Wagner placed a radio call to report her missing at 1:30 a.m.

The original investigators believed Wood sustained her bruises after falling off the yacht and struggling to pull herself from the water into a rubber dinghy, whose starboard side bore scratch marks that seemed consistent with that theory.

But in his report, the coroner noted that investigators did not take fingernail clippings from Wood’s body to determine whether she had made the scratch marks, and the dinghy was no longer available to be examined. The coroner believes Wood died soon after entering the water.

A Bigger Splash 1967 David Hockney born 1937 Purchased 1981 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/T03254

Margaret and Walter Keane, c. 1963. “I envisioned myself as a sort of Henry Higgins with Margaret as a modern-day version of Eliza Doolittle.”
  • Margaret and Walter Keane, c. 1963. “I envisioned myself as a sort of Henry Higgins with Margaret as a modern-day version of Eliza Doolittle.”

Today Walter Keane lives alone in a rented La Jolla cottage, a rheumy-eyed and arthritic 76 years old.

Eyes. Enormous eyes, the size of headlights. They belong to a waif, a very waiflike waif, barefoot, button-nosed, a large tear spilling down her cheek. The waif has evidently wandered into an archetypal waifish haunt, here, a claustrophobic alley; she looks at the viewer with a presentiment of abuse.

Little Miss Goggle Eyes is not a teratological specimen that escaped from a pathologist’s pickle jar. She is Keane’s Runaway, and like the other big-eye Keane oils that achieved such monumental popularity from the 1950s to the early 1970s, the style is thrift-store expressionism. As for the content…well, according to art critic Kenneth Baker, “Keane paintings are just as manipulative and just as formulaic, and also as impervious to irony as most pornography is.”

Keane’s hands poised at painting. Margaret: “That was all a pose.”

But as cultural archeologist Jim Morton points out in Pop Void, Keane kids were the true pop art, much more a mass phenomenon than Warhol’s Brillo boxes or Lichtenstein’s exploded comics. Keane waifs appeared on collectible plates, were re-created as “Little Miss No Name” dolls, sold by the million as greeting cards, and hung inside the United Nations as well as the salmon-colored bathroom walk of the booboisie. Spurious big-eye prints sprouted like toadstools. A hack named Gig specialized in moony-eyed mongrel and alley cats; Eve transformed big-eye kids into precocious go-go dancers.

Now the saucer-eye orphans have lost their paternity. For more than 30 years, ex-realtor Walter Keane sold himself as the progenitor of the Keane kid. But as a result of several acrimonious trials, Walter’s ex-wife Margaret has been judged the true and lawful originator of the kitsch creations. If Margaret Keane and the judicial system are right, Walter Keane has perpetrated a humbug of monumental proportion. The legally disgraced Walter Keane vows that he is the victim of an international ring of art forgers, a devious religious organization, and a crooked and spiteful ex-wife.

In 1964, when Walter Keane hired Tom Wolfe to write the introduction to his vanity art book project, Wolfe wasn’t yet the white-suited avatar of New Journalism. His first book was not yet published.

Throughout the 1960s, Walter Keane was wealthy and famous, the toast of entertainers and politicos with sublime aesthetic aspirations. Hardly a week passed by without Walter Keane devising a way to get his name and photograph in the news. An old “school chum” from United Press International would hurry by Keane’s home to pose Walter, five brushes in hand, in front of a half-completed big-eye canvas or play paparazzo as Walter hobnobbed with Joan Crawford, Dinah Shore, the Beach Boys, Dean Martin, Eve Arden, Jerry Lewis, Kim Novak, Natalie Wood David Rose, Don Defore, Wayne Newton, Red Skelton, and Nelson Rockefeller — all proud owners of Keane kids.

Today Walter Keane lives alone in a rented La Jolla cottage, a rheumy-eyed and arthritic 76 years old (a self-published art book erroneously puts his age five years younger). He intersperses winking remembrances of “painting, drinking, and loving” with vitriolic accusations against ex-wife and nemesis Margaret Keane.

Walter and Margaret Keane sketch young actress Natalie Wood, c. 1961. Margaret: “I painted Kim Novak from a photograph and did Natalie Wood as a big-eye kid myself.”

“I knew all the big shots, Dali, Picasso, they were all my friends. One time in Paris, Picasso was throwing a big party and I was there. I took a canvas and put it up on an easel and I laid down ten 100 dollar bills. I said, ‘Master, that’s for you and your girlfriends. All I want you to do is put X, Y, Z on there and write Picasso.’ He thought I was making fun of him. Joan Crawford, she introduced me to one of my first great loves, Miss Chivas Regal. And she threw parties for me, introduced all the Hollywood stars to my work.

“I had this long bar in my Woodside [California] home, it came around the horn; Red Skelton tried to buy it for 4000 bucks once. Seventeen people could sit around my bar room. The Beach Boys, Maurice Chevalier were guests there. Howard Keel and all those guys. We’d have parties until four in the morning. Dinner, drinks, anything they wanted. Always three or four people swimming nude in the pool. Everybody was screwing everybody. Sometimes I’d be going to bed and there’d be three girls in the bed. I took a photo once of three of the girls there. Crazy, wild!”

Shortly after the San Diego court hearing, Wayne Newton flies to North Dakota to perform. He takes a jet to Honolulu several months later in order to apologize personally to Margaret Keane

Although he claims a nagging shoulder injury prevents him from painting, Mr. Keane has spent the last decade writing and rewriting a yet-to-be-published memoir he has titled The Real Love of Walter Keane. The manuscript is an extraordinary mixture of sexual braggadocio, mystical communications with the dead, monumental self-pity about the torments of the artist, and astonishingly delusional patches of self-inflation, culminating in Michelangelo’s necromantic election of Walter Keane to the Elysian Gallery of Artistic Immortals.

The Keanes in their San Francisco studio, c. 1961. Throughout the weeks he was interviewed for this story, Mr. Keane’s moods fluctuated from friendly to suspicious to hostile to friendly again, sometimes within the same minute.

Autohagiography of a Defeated Man

The following summary of the manuscript The Real Love of Walter Keane reflects only Walter Keane’s version of his life story, a version that contains plagiarism, bizarre supernatural episodes, faulty chronology, and certain claims that have been successfully challenged in court.

The Real Love of Walter Keane begins in rural Nebraska during Walter’s childhood, as he vies for parental attention among 14 siblings. He fondly remembers his grandmother, who instructs Walter at the age of five in how to paint a rose. The autobiography suddenly skips 30 years — barely a mention of Walter’s schooling or ten-year career in real estate speculation, except for his epiphany away from the world of business signaled by the onset of crippling stomach pain.

As I listened to the birds sing, staring fixed-eyed and watching them fly freely away, I lifted my arms toward them and cried out, “Please wait; I am one of you!” I closed my eyes. Then came the spark. My dazed, feverish request was answered. I realized that my innate artistic talent had been locked in my brain and my body for all these years. Feeling a sudden strength and conviction, I knew that a new life had begun.

Walter flees like a bird to Paris in 1946 with his first wife Barbara, who soon returns to the familiar comforts of California, leaving Walter to pursue a bohemian life of drinking, loving, and painting. On a significant side trip to Berlin, Walter discovers the sight of “frightened, neglected, and often abused children.”

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One Response to How Did Natalie End Up In Water?

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    Lana Wood was in a James Bond movie.

    Lana Wood, 65, also an actress best known for her role in the James Bond film Diamonds Are Forever, had never believed that her sister would have tried to sail herself at night, even after a day of heavy drinking.
    “Natalie hated the water,” she said in an interview with the entertainment website tmz.com after the decision to re-open the investigation was announced. “She had a great fear of it. She didn’t go into her own swimming pool at home.”

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