Above is a empty stage. THE PEOPLE are waiting for THE STAR to appear. This painting is title ‘The Last Audience of the Habsburgs’. I am kin to them. So is Virginia Hambley, seen in the bottom photograph. Who does she look like?
Here is Eugene’s famous mural. The lone figure is an Italian Tailor who taught Marilyn Reed how to make clothes. He made clothes for the Pope when he was sixteen when his Master Tailor got sick. Julio was a Master Taylor.
Alas I figured out what is missing in Ken Kesey’s mural. Do you see?
There’s not a Merry Prankster to be seen! There should be a three-D calvalcade of Pranksters pouring out of this mural – and stepping onto the sidewalk! They are not there – to blow your mind! You should be able to stand before one of them, put your thumbs in your ears, and make a face – back!
Then there is all that footage with Further they can not make a movie with. Put it on a reel to reel and put it behind glass in the wall – and play it around the clock! Throw in some live dead! What the fuck happened? Where are the naked, dancing, hippie chicks? To top it off, I brought up the fact that book case – belonged to Ken Babbs! Eric has yet to deny it. I found the photo of it on Babb’s facebook! We have been had! The only Prankster that got involved – was me – and I am not a original Prankster! I did a Prank before the mural was done, that is Hippie Theatre, out of the Trick Bag of the Mime Troupe.
What I get from the Kesey hanger-ons, is……….
“I knew Ken, and you aren’t him!”
“Ken was for real, and you are not!”
“Keep trying to be Ken, but, there will never be another Ken.”
I am not emulating Ken. I do not want to be Heir to Ken’s magic. Ken would have dug much of what I have written in this blog…………….KEN IS DEAD! Life goes on, in all other circumstances. Not is the Emerald Valley! I fought for Ken Kesey Square – and won! Trump won! We are living in a DISASTER ZONE! We have to reinvent ourselves. We need a REDO. Nothing is – written! I love the arrow striking Ken’s crotch! ‘Possitively Fouth Street!
A year ago I dressed to the tees and went and saw the Habsburs painting on First Art Walk. I started talking to a woman about this family. I had an audience. A guard came and listened in. Now that I know I am related, I will go to every Art Walk and give a impromptu lecture. I will make a borchrue of my castles and pass it around!
It’s………………..SHOWTIME!
Just draw a chalk line in the sand, and leave this fucked reality, behind!
If WE Americans do not take a REAL INTEREST in the fate of Czechoslovakian Bohemians, then Putin will put that nation, and those people, in his back pocket, AND NATO, will be no more. My claim to the property now owned by the Schwarzenbergs – IS REAL! Over three years ago I came up with Virtual Brownsville, a means for people in the city to invest in small town life and ambience – and make money! This idea can be applied to all Schwarzenberg property now owned by the State. Folks tend to fight for what is theirs! The Czech People need a powerful ally. We The People – are that ally.
Eight years ago I founded the Bohemian Bank and had Kenny Reed and Rick Cobian as partners. They stabbed me in the back. Marilyn Reed stabbed me in the back.
This is an Art Piece. This is Art Theatre. This is – My Masterpiece! I am seeking funding so that I can continue to resist the advances of Vladimir Putin and the devious followrs of John Darby. Did Ken ever think of doing this? No, he went to England in search of Merlin, and got his ass kicked. Who needs his followers, his Old Dried-up Humble Tumble Weeds? There they go, blowing down the road – into oblivion! Good riddance!
Helter-Skelter! Humble- Tumble! Ho-hum!
I am going to suggest to Eric he make drastic and creative changes in his mural as I described. Have Peter Pan and the Lost Boys flying out of that tin box where Ken kept his Orange Sunshine. There a explosion of color, and a Twister of Pranksters floating in space, then landing on 4th. Street. If this is not done, then I will make this change. In that box in the lower right corner……..
“If you don’t like this mural – take this – and make your own mural!”
I am furious Franklin Graham came to Oregon to deliver HIS CURSE. Here is their game plan, the script that millions of Christians follow, want to see happen! Are they INSANE? Are they on ACID?
The Kesey Mural is nailing nails in Ken’s coffin – forever! This is being done by his family, by the civic-minded tamers of our mind, who all thought Hillary was going to win, and, now, let’s put our drug revolution toys behind us, and, do some serious reading in our Hippie Happy Golden Years – minus the social safety net the Evangelicals call EVIL!
My great grandfather, Peter von Rosenberg, and his brother, were compatriots of John Dee, and helped him conduct Alchemy experiments. These are the first chemists – and more! I knew the manufacturers of LSD – and so did Ken Kesey.
The destructive evangelical have ruined America. I want to live in a humble room at Krumlov Castle and give a lecture once a day, then, get back to my writing, and, my world revolution!
John Presco
Copyright 2018
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Dee
The Last Audience of Om
This blog is now officially an Art Piece. All my words are A Work of Art.
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/02/02/royal-rosamond-press-co/
This is a continuation of this post:
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/09/26/coloring-outside-the-lines/
Stefen Eins called me three days to get more info from me for his show. Two years ago I asked Stefen to contact Austrian officials in order to get their nation’s art treasure back. He lives in a basement room at the Habsburg Palace once a year to maintain his sculpture. He was born in Austria. Virginia is kin to the late Empress Zita who fled to America after Hitler put a bounty on her life. The painting above was smuggled out and ended up in a room at the First National Bank in Eugene where it sat for seventeen years.
Einstein postulated the dimensions of space/time. Quantum Mechanics established the existence of other dimensions in the universe. String Theory explored these hidden dimensions using mathematics. We humans are aware of just a fraction of reality. Dark Mater represents almost 90% of the universe and we are just beginning to understand it. The relation of matter and energy is an intersection of dimensions. The possibility of accessing OTHER DIMENSIONS becomes a probability in the light of recent discoveries.
FASHION موضة MODA 時裝 МОДА is organizing OTHER DIMENSIONS as an ongoing project addressing the topic and related reality.
OTHER DIMENSIONS was started in 2013 with an exhibition titled FIFTH DIMENSION in Peekskill, Westchester County, New York.
Whoever is interested in participating in this project – artists, scientist, others – is invited.
In 2000, Nathan Calkins was making a powerful case that graffiti was art. Marilyn’s home was rendered a work of art, a museum. There was graffiti everywhere. When you picked up the remote to change the channel, it had been rendered into a work of art. The New York Art Scene would like to change the channel on my friend. But, he keeps popping up.
Nathan made the case to Marilyn and I that folks who own businesses, are graffiti artists, they tagging their names all over the place – in flashing neon!
“Look Mom! Look at all those big names. Is that pretty to you?”
Stefan went on to make the case that alien artists are leaving messages in our streets, employing a dimension few are aware of. After Nathan opened my eyes, I never look at a city street the same way. There is some real not so subtle narcissism going on. Stefan could be found guilty of grandiosity – and so can I. But, there is something there – there! Fourteen years ago, a famous artist was backing up Nathan – a hundred percent. My old friend, Christine Wandel, says I conjured up Stefan, brought him into her life.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stefan_Eins
Fashion Moda also pioneered in the featuring of Graffiti art and showed artists such as Jenny Holzer and Keith Haring among others early on. It was a Multicultural project of the hip-hop culture of artists, writers, rappers, and break dancers.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fashion_Moda
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/09/06/chair-for-telemusing/
https://rosamondpress.com/2014/09/13/paneuropean-union-and-virginia-hambley-2/
I have been working on three projects for the last two years,
- Housing homeless Vets
- Returning Habsburg painting to Austria
- Saving Columbia cottages
- Writing a musical
- Saving the Post Office
I just spent two hours going through my sent e-mails and read a cohesive record of my sincere, and sane attempt to compete my projects and Vision Quest.
03/27/14 at 11:50 AM
Hi Darian
If Ed can contribute any knowledge of Fairmount and George Miller, I sure would appreciate it.
Jon
http://bohemiandemocraticdesign.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/stop-destruction-of-fairmount/
To
04/03/14 at 9:27 AM
I just discovered a important connection in regards to the Columbia cottages.
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/to-the-rossettis/
There is a e-mail below that I sent to the President of Windemere. I posted a message on Mayor Kitty Piercy’s facebook asking her to save the Columbia cottages. There are two other projects that took up much of my time and effort, and that was helping my late friend, Jonny Gall, and making peace with Kenny Reed.
Shortly after graduating from the University of Oregon, Jonny was stricken with a rare disease which would deprive him of the use of most of his muscles. Before he became a complete invalid, unable to talk, or feed himself, he crawled up a flight of stairs to my one bedroom apartment, and sat in a chair on my balcony. His mother and I had taken him to several appointments, and had dinner. As my friend sat there, he told us he was trying my place on for size. He had always lived with his parents, and was thinking of getting an apartment in my building. I would be close by. This was his ten minutes of idipendence d graduated summa cum laude.
I looked at this, man, knowing he could have got a high-paying job, could have owned a home, could have vacationed in France, could have married the girl of his dream, but, it was not meant to be. The last time I saw Jonny was with Virginia Hambeley. He was living in a rest home two blocks from Virginia’s home. Virginia had conversed with Ed Fadeley for two hours when we went to visit him and Mark Gall who were staying on the coast. I was not invited to Jonny’s funeral.
Last night, Marilyn Reed, the wife of Kenny Reed, told me that Darian Fadeley offered Kenny Ed’s kidney at the DAC during a Landmark Forum meeting. Ed was in the hospital, dying, and Darian came late to the meeting. There was one vacant seat, next to my childhood sweetheart. During an exchange, where one turns to the person next to you and tells them something meaningful, Marilyn tells Darian her husband needs a kidney transplant and in on dialysis. Darian is alarmed, and tells my dear friend she should not keep this to herself, and the more she talks about it, the chances there are for someone to come forward. Darian talks to the doctor at the hospital and orders a test to see if Ed and Kenny are compatible. She is told Ed’s kidney is toast. Kenny is a black Jazz Artist. I have a new project.
When Mark Gall refused to tell me the real reason why I was not invited to his son’s memorial, he told me the Fadeleys were not invited either. I was shocked. I was considered a member of the Gall family. I took his mother to synagogue. That evening there was going to be a guest speaker at Landmarks, and Darian highly suggested I go, then, give her a report. During my conversation with the gentleman next to me, I hear;
“Greg! Is that you?”
In front of me is Jim Calkins, and his son, Nathan, who is Marilyn Reed’s son. Jim and Marilyn were once married. I attended their wedding.
I call up Darian and tell her a miracle happened.
“My surrogate family was there!”
Darian asks Marilyn if she is Nisha’s mother after she offered Kenny her husband’s kidney. Ed is dying in the hospital he no-coherent most of the time, he not able to make himself understood, like Jonny. Two very bright beings and graduates of the University of Oregon, are gone. When did Jonny and Ed stop being one with us all? The Torah was written to sustain a Tribal Collective, where no one is left out, and, everyone is a Child of God.
“Do you think Darian knew your husband was a black man?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Ed was born in the Ozarks on his folks kitchen table. Do you think he was a bit of redneck? Don’t you think that would have been the story of the century if Kenny played his drums with a big part of Ed inside him? And, Darian only finds out he’s back when she goes to visit him at the hospital. This is a movie!”
Who is the author of my story – this beautiful story about acceptance? What joins us – at the hip? When I went to the Café Perugino, I never expected to find the Buddha, be filled with the Holy Spirit of the Buddha. But he dwells in me for a little while, and I am not a believer. Jim comes in the door, and bows to us all. Caroline goes into a mystic trance and brings the Om of bygone days into the café where a fundraiser is being held for a Landmark event involving Nisha Calkins.
Here is a photo of Virginia taken on Broadway. We are going to dinner at the Ambrosia. We went downstairs to hear Kenny play. That’s Kenny in front of the mural on 12th. and High. The lone elderly gentleman is Marilyn’s late friend, Julio, who taught Marilyn how to sew down in Los Angeles. He followed her up to Eugene, and had a tailor shop. When he was young, he made clothes for the Pope. This mural is as close as Pope Francis got to the Emerald Valley. The Gulley from ‘The Horse’s Mouth’. Consider the Creamery mural, and the new Kesey Family mural.
Here is a video I took at Café Pera of Caroline Quinn, and artist that explores other dimension in he art and spiritual work. I had her sit under the carpet that a Tibetan monk sat under. Caroline does not know this. She tells this story of going to a town and being woken by Tibetan Monks doing their morning chant. Note how her hand moves in and out from the carpet. She is doing a healing. Note the purple-violet beam of light that appears.
Here is a video about a large painting titled ‘The Last Audience of the Habsburgs’. It was smuggled out of Austria rolled up inside a carpet tube. I wonder if there was once a carpet wrapped around this tube. If so, was it an oriental carpet?
Here is a video we made to celebrate the election of Obama. I wrote the script.
I tried to remain positive after the Belle fiasco, and wrote a musical that Stefan loves because he is the Ring Master.
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/05/05/my-big-beautiful-blue-bicycle-2/
Kenny Reed does not get the respect he deserves. Eugene has been taken over by opinionated snoots who got many people caring about what people think of them. The dullards got us right where they want us. No Bright Geniuses Wanted! This is why the Art Scene moved to Springfield, to get away from the Galls! There are too many UofO alumni downtown feathering their own nests. They put up their invisible neon graffiti names up and down Broadway, where only their ilk can see them. But…the king has no clothes!
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/02/10/big-box-of-get-down/
https://rosamondpress.com/2015/05/16/34972/
Bless our united community!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
I am going to write a letter to the President of DIVA and the head of University Museum. It is my desire to see this family portrait restored to the homeland where it will be a cultural symbol, and hopefully a alliance between the city of Vienna and Eugene. Do I have your permission to use your name? I would like to restore Rene de Anjou’s Order of the Crescent that will admit creative people who do not give up on their work of art – no matter what! Christine and Virginia are our Masterpieces! They are Liberated Women.
http://daughternumberthree.blogspot.com/2013/12/the-girl-in-last-audience-of-hapsburgs.html
When this unfinished canvas was first exhibited in Eugene fifty years ago, it was described as a “painting with a history as romantic as old Vienna.” Given that it was smuggled into the United States in a carpet roll by a political refugee, this claim is not unfounded.
The artist began the work in October of 1918 at Schönbrunn Palace, where the young Empress Zita (1892 – 1989) received an audience of war orphans and a group of wealthy noblewomen, the Organization of War Godmothers, who had “adopted” them. Within hours, Empress Zita (shown seated on her throne), her husband, and their own eight children were forced to flee across the Swiss border because of the contentious political climate. Despite several attempts, they were never able to reestablish themselves on their thrones; both the Emperor and Empress died in exile.
The unsettlingly incomplete canvas mirrors the frustrated desires of both the artist, who spent the rest of his life wandering the globe, and the people pictured in it, many of whom were displaced in the aftermath of the First World War. Yet the audience members wear placid, even bored expressions as the children present their flowers, betraying no portent that one of the oldest dynasties in Europe would crumble within a matter of days.
Dear Stefan
I have been pretty busy these last weeks. On Sunday, September 8th. at a restaurant, my dear friend Virginia Hambley got down on one knee, took my hand, and proposed marriage to me. I accepted. Hence I have been working on my fiancés Family Tree. I didn’t know – she is France! She is also American Royalty, like Chris, who grew up on Beacon Hill. Virginia grew up in a salt-box house in Old Lyme Connecticut. Here is the video of this French Woman down on the knee she just had a oporation on. We have been dear friends for sixteen years. Virginia has memory-loss due to a terrible car accident she was in when she was 21. She was in a coma for 28 days. I am her – memory.
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/09/10/my-fiance-princesse-du-sang/
Virginia told me her kindred in France were well off and owned wineries, but, she left out the truth their homes were castles.
https://rosamondpress.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/bourmont-and-breze-castles/
Virginia is disabled, her brilliant mind held prisoner. She keeps forgetting we broke-up, and, that we have gotten back together. This is not an easy relationship. I am her go-to-guy. I am her fix-it man who trims the vines, and wields the paint brush. I was the cat babysitter until the last of her three cats expired four months ago. I am the purchaser of forgotten umbrellas, and left-behind back packs. No sooner do I give her a new (used) one, then I am replacing it. It’s time to stockpile some used winter coats.
Last night, Chris told me how you transformed her apartment, and, how you two met. I am deeply moved. Not many men get to be a knight coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress. Until I came into Virginia’s life, her mother was considering putting her in a home. Virginia has never been married and her mother tied her tubes after forcing her to get an abortion.
Last night, Chris told me how you transformed her apartment – and her life. You have Liberated my dear friend. I could tell by her voice she was alas out of her lonely cell. This is a Cinderella Story. This is why I sent Chris the clothes of a Chinese Princess so you can take her to a gallery opening – as a princess!
You have done a great thing, and in my book, you are a great man. You deserve a medal. I have attached a gold coin of Helene Granitsch who was the leader of Austria’s Women’s Liberation Movement. She is standing next to Empress Zita holding a program. Zita sent Helene the furnishings of her bedroom to keep a semblance of her royal life out of the hands of the Nazis. The painting of the Habsburgs was locked in a bank vault along with the orphans Helene rescued. It is time these orphans got home – along with their LIBERATOR. Here is America’s gift of Lady Liberty to the Austrian People. As fate would have it, Virginia is kin to the House of Bourbon-Parma, and thus the Empress. My fiances’ people are trying to restore the monarchy of France. Chris and Virginia are American Democratic Royalty.
I am going to write a letter to the President of DIVA and the head of University Museum. It is my desire to see this family portrait restored to the homeland where it will be a cultural symbol, and hopefully a alliance between the city of Vienna and Eugene. Do I have your permission to use your name? I would like to restore Rene de Anjou’s Order of the Crescent that will admit creative people who do not give up on their work of art – no matter what! Christine and Virginia are our Masterpieces! They are Liberated Women.
I have attached photos of Chris’s friends that I will make posters of and send them to her.
Sincerely Your Friend
Jon Gregory Presco
Helene Granitsch (* June 4 or 8 June 1876 as Helene Mündl or ending in Vienna; died 1956 in Portland, Oregon, United States) was an Austrian writer and a leader in the women’s movement.
Granitsch began her social commitment in the area of pulic relations (then “propaganda”) for the maternal and infant protection in 1901 and was first Vice President of the Association for maternal and infant protection founded in 1902 by you and Prof. th. Escherich. She founded and organized the Association of “Infant protection” (1903), the first infant Department in the St. Anna children’s Hospital and the first infant care channel school.
1911-1920 Granitsch was head of the “Imperial organization of housewives of in Austria”. She campaigned for women’s equality, worked together with Berta von Suttner in the Austrian peace society and participated in the construction of the Austrian women’s movement.
in 1914, she created the “Kriegspatentschaft”, whose Vice President was until 1920 together with other clubs. She was President of the “economic association founded by you of intellectual workers and the middle class” and founder of the “international aid for intellectual work” 1911 to 1920. After the first world war Vice President was member of the “Consultativen women League of Nations Committee” in Geneva Granitsch of her co-founded Austrian women’s Party with this function 1928.
Also studied Granitsch questions of the international tourism and founded the “Welcome to Club”, which later continued the tourism section “Welcome in Austria” by Marianne Hainisch founded Austrian Frauenschaft, whose (Ehren-) Präsidentin Granitsch was since 1930, modeled on English and French. Within the framework of this women’s Association, talks were held to social and economic policy, but also artistic themes, organized receptions and trips and maintained a reger international exchange with scientists.
Honorary President of the Association was also member of numerous social and cultural associations such as the cultural association, the American Austrian society, the political society or organization of the Viennese press Board of Directors of the “Mittella” and “Akreva” Granitsch “German women’s aid” in Salzburg, an honorary member of the society of women artists in Vienna, GES. m. b. H., whose founding she has been involved
1938 Granitsch moved to the United States, where she also busied himself in the women’s movement, and was elected in the “Women worlds council” in Washington .
As a writer, was devoted mainly the question of woman Granitsch and edited the “book of women”.
in 1951 on the occasion of her 75th birthday, Vice President of the “world Womens party” received the honorary title Granitsch.
Dear Mr. Powell
I just sent this to the Eugene City Commissioner. A week ago I met Kate Young in my Selco bank. I had just come from Brownsville where I had a vision about a Virtual Brownsville in the internet with Fractional Investing. Kate assured me Windemere was a “progressive” company that welcomes ideas out of the box. Being a film maker, I wondered if she could help make a historic movie I have in mind, that perhaps you and your partner would like to produce. It would be a history about George Miller ‘The Prophet of Lane County’. This would be a documentary about ‘Real Estate in the West’. I admire your foundation for the homeless. I worked with HUD-Vash to get my homeless friend in a apartment.
To
04/03/14 at 9:27 AM
I just discovered a important connection in regards to the Columbia cottages.
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