The work of Disney Artist, Eyvind Earle, hung in the Rosamond Gallery in Carmel. Eyvind illustrated ‘Sleeping Beauty’.
It is time to promote my muse and the television series she will star in, called
‘The Rose Wing’.
It’s about a Dutch Artist and Model, who moves to Carmel California and opens a gallery and fashion boutique. Right away, Arion Roozmonde is puzzled by the looks her first visitors give her. They wander about, like ghosts.
“Are, you related to Christine? Who gave you permission to paint like her. My God, look at these clothes!”
“Who are you talking about?”
“I am Roozemond!”
I am going to contact Clint Eastwood and see if he will produce ‘The Rose Wing’ and ‘Victoria Bond’. I see Lara living in Carmel – by the sea!
In 1974 Christine offered to teach me her style so I could be rich and famous, too. There was a mystery artist doing imitation Rosamonds. I can do Arion Roozemond’s paintings that will hang in the set-gallery, that will be famous. Tourists would come watch the shoot. They will want a Roozemond, who signs her work by her first name………..
I want a studio above the gallery. I want Euro Models to fly in. I will pick them up in Greyhaven. They will be chaperoned by French female foil masters. When someone wants a Arion, they ring a buzzer, and I send one down the dumbwaiter. In fact, I just wrote myself into the series.
I will be Orson Welles, like, running about the courtyard in my fancy bathrobe – guarded by my babes, who ask;
“When are your going to get around to painting us? You’re such a bull-shitter!”
Sondra Locke played Jennifer Spencer, an artist who lives in a house by the sea, in Sudden Impact. I would like Sondra to play an artist who owned a gallery next to Rosamond’s gallery. She fills Arion in, bit, by bit, with very cryptic and surreal language.
The Rose Wing is about the formation of a Guild, that never declares itself such. But, there is a mutual bond that they try to define so that their lives can be real. They agree they are Master Illusionists, who like to get a pay day, but, hey struggle with commercialization, and the idea they had sold their soul to the devil to get where they are. What had become of their spiritual nature they swore they would never allow to be compromised?
There is an antique upright in Roozemond’s gallery. It came with the lease. Though it was slightly out of tune, it brings Arion much solace – and she did not care to analyze, why? When Arion plays, her music floats through the artistic community, like a ghost. There are dark men in the art world. They come here to hide. Arion’s tune, always finds them.
One evening, while Arion was on a ladder hanging some track lighting, she felt a presence watching her. Looking down, she beheld a dapper gentleman with a white beard.
“I am wondering why your gallery has no name, no marquee.”
“That’s because I have not come up with one!”
“May I make a suggestion?”
“Be my guest!”
“How about…………The Rose Wing?”
Arion felt a tingling come up her legs and resonate at the top of her head!”
Arion looked down, and he was gone.
Arion Roozemond worked late into the night accompanied by her large Franz Schubert collection that was the cause of her break-up with her husband, who tolerated Franz.
“He’s sooooooooooo tedious! He never gets to the point. Why the Gestapo adored him, is beyond me. Schubert was too civilized. Where’s the bravado?”
Arion felt her ears glowing the color of steel just taken out of the forge.
“Speaking of getting to the point. Where’s the baby you promised me. Have you ever gotten a woman pregnant?”
Arion left her husband’s dinner plate the way he left it – for a week! She could not believe he stormed out of the house – without a word! Looking at the mold grow on the Bush’s baked beans he loved so dearly, and, the deflated kernels on the con of cob his teeth tore into, Arion had enough! She rose up, grabbed the plate, stomped on the peddle of the garbage can, and let him go!
“Fuck you – too!”
Finally, her master[piece was………
She rendered her Rose Wing on a metal sign that was made to hang on the ornate wrought iron arm that was bolted into the red brick next to the carriage light. She began with one rose then smaller roses grew from those red roses, that tapered down to become wings. She thought about putting words on her marquee, but, it spoke for itself!
“Tattoo! I’ve always wanted a tattoo! The Question is, where to put it?”
Then, another question came to her, that ruined her……Victory? It formed at the core of her being, her very soul. It almost reached her lips, but – she grabbed the ladder and rushed outside.
“I have to stop talking to myself.”
Knowing she was too wound up to go to sleep, Arion put on ‘Rosamunde Air’ and did her Tai Chi……..till the first light, appear.
She did not know she was being watched. When she went outside to breath in the morning air, she suppressed a scream when a white owl flew down from the tree, picked up a mouse in it beak, and flew back into the tree.
Is this a good omen, or bad? Arion did not move her lips, because she thought she saw movement in the shadow.
Wilhelm August Rieder (black arrow) among other friends of Franz Schubert at the “Schubertiade”. Drawn by Moritz von Schwind from memory (1868).
I discovered this morning that Dr. Dr. Susanne Konirsch-Granitsch owned a painting of Franz Schubert rendered by his friend Wilhelm August Rieder. Susanne’s mother is in ‘The Last Audience of the Habsburgs’. I suspect Susanne came to own this painting. Here is an amazing document that catalogues the efforts of the City of Vienna, itself, to return lost art and artifacts to Jewish citizens of this Capitol of European Culture, who had to flee for their lives, leaving works of art behind. The Gestapo owned Susanne’s painting of a famous Composer seen in the images above. From now on I will be contacting my Congressman and Senator to make sure there is a full investigation of how the Schnitzer Museum came to own a work of art that may have been left behind in Vienna when Empress Zita fled from Hitler.
“The Gestapo put the painting in March 1939 when brother of Dr. Susanne Konirsch-Granitsch, RA Dr. Franz Hiller, safe and handed it to the Kunsthistorisches Museum for safekeeping in a vault”
Stefan and I had a long talk two weeks ago. His father was NOT a member of the Nazi Party. The Eins family was given a house in Gretsen that once belonged to Jews. His father went into Russian to conquer the Russians. A bullet passed between his heart and lung. When he came home at the end of World War Two, he took his infant son by his head, and hung him over a balcony, threatening to drop him. After hearing this two months ago, I pondered what was going through Mr. Ein’s mind. I conclude he was very disappointed Hitler lost the war, and, the Super Race Dream that his child represented. This boy became a living reminder, a symbol of utter failure. All hope is gone. The child must die with Hitler. Jews were murdered in Gretsen where Stefan has a permanent exhibit.
This child grew up to be a gifted artist who offered to help me restore the Last Audience to the Viennese People who are feeling very threatened right now due to Trump saying NATO is obsolete, and Germany can not be trusted. U.S. tanks are massing on the Russian border as I type. Stefan is a great promoter of Democracy. As a profound coincidence, I found a news article that says Susanne gave a speech titled “Is a Federated States of Europe Possible?” This question was put forth in September of 1940.