The Willow Maree Rosamond Series
President: Royal Rosamond Press Co. ‘A newspaper for the Arts’
Two weeks ago my therapist exclaimed with deep concern and wonder;
“How did you survive?!”
In two weeks I will show her the photograph on The Cheetah’s my childhood social club consisting of myself and my three great friends. Together we created a very magic world full of imagination and play-acting. We built forts and roads. We had a bunker! I was ‘The Fearless Leader’ with an unlimited imagination. I created our world – The Cheetah World.
On January 13, 2022, I reborn my daughter and gave her a new name…..
WILLOW MAREE ROSAMOND
Alas, she will be the muse I wanted her to be – that she deserved to be! Around Willow I will create a historic-fictional world based on some rare facts! Gone will be the evil input and lies of outsiders who plotted to own the estate of Christine Rosamond Benton – before she drowned in March of 1994.
Willow Maree Rosamond will own a prestigious art gallery in Carmel, and a famous house that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. Her brother, John Vincent Rosamond, lives in the Hancock House on Beacon Hill that belonged to Connecticut Rose who was captured by Indians, along with her infant son. Rose had married Captain Isaac Hull of the U.S.S. Constitution. The Hancock House was tragically torn down and will be rebuilt in a fictional manner employing real history.
I will author a series of Willow books and send out a proposal for a series. Perhaps there will be a movie? I would love to be the Art Director! There will be illustrations for the Willow Series. Here is The Rose Wing Art Gallery I created four years ago.
P.S. I just sent this message to Marie-Clare who I am considering to illustrate one of the Willow Book. Her work reminds me of William Morris one of the founding fathers of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and the Arts and Crafts Movement. Marie said she is inspired by guilds. How about the American Pre-Raphaelite Sisterhood.
John G Presco January 19, 2022 At 6:04 pm
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I am conducting a search for women artists of Carmel. You are the first to catch my eye. Can I use “my ancestor painted carriages.” I am still chuckling. It – explains so much! There is no need for further questioning. On this post is a Jaguar I named ‘Grey Cloud’ It belongs to Victoria Rosemond Bond. I and my late sister are kin to Ian Fleming. She is the late and famous Carmel Artist – Rosamond. If I sell my series, I will commission you to paint it. I have recently transcended the depths of crass commercialism, that is now a Steinway named….Rosamond! https://rosamondpress.com/2022/01/19/the-willow-maree-rosamond-series/
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.