The White Goddess of Carmel
Here is a post from February 2018 and a post that shows the Keanes doing Natalie Wood’s portrait by her pool. How can this be? Looks like fraud to me! Did Natalie know the secret – while alive? How about Lana? This would make a great Bond movie. Mata Bond becomes the Woman With Hungry Eyes, who is Bond’s real daughter, not the daughter of Mata Hari – or whomever!
There is no life in Wood’s eyes. Nor the dogs!
John Presco
Christopher Steele has been compared to James Bond. Lana played Plenty O’Tool in Flemming’s Diamond’s Are Forever’. Lana and her poetry appeared in Playboy in 1971. She claims she bedded Sean Connery.
It has been suggested Trump was filmed in bed with Teen Sex Kittens while in Russia. His evangelical base does not care, and 68% of them still support him. They are not interested in secular truths or laws. They are religious addicts who read the Bible and want to destroy the Democratic party for being pro-abortion. They suspect Trump is the Messiah who will rebuild the temple. I would aim the Democratic Message at the Swing Voters who still believe in Secular Truth, Beautiful Women, and earthly sex without the promise of a Rapture. The memo came from Republican leaders who have to recognize Trump as a religious leader – and thus is above the laws of this land. We have a Religious Dictator in the Oval Office who is fulfilling God’s Mission and Holy Plans.
Lana’s fans collected $30,000 dollars after it was learned she was homeless. She is my age, and I feel for her because she does not own a picture of how her beloved sister died, too. Her people were Russian immigrants.
Jon Presco
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lana_Wood
Wood was born Svetlana Gurdin[2] to Ukrainian and Russian immigrant parents, Nikolai Stephanovich Zakharenko and Maria Stepanovna Zudilova. They had each left Russia as child refugees with their parents after the Russian Revolution, and they grew up far from their homeland. Her father’s family settled in Vancouver, British Columbia. After her maternal grandfather died in street fighting in 1918, Lana’s grandmother took Maria and her siblings as refugees out of the country, settling in a Russian community in Harbin, China.
EVEN TAKEN at face value, the infamous Nunes memo does nothing to discredit the Russia investigation, which was President Trump’s transparent aim in authorizing its release on Friday. It also does little to show abuse of surveillance law, which was the pretext on which House leaders justified its disclosure.
The memo argues that the FBI may have abused special spying authority under the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA), obtaining a warrant to surveil former Trump adviser Carter Page using information from the controversial Steele dossier, a collection of allegations about Mr. Trump and his circle assembled by a former British intelligence agent with funding from Democrats. The memo claims that the FBI did not disclose the dossier’s full provenance in its application for a FISA warrant, suggesting that the warrant against Mr. Page — and, therefore, perhaps, the early stages of the Russia investigation — was tainted.
Law enforcement officials have warned that the memo offers a slanted and inaccurate picture. Sen. Mark R. Warner (D-Va.), the vice chairman on the Senate Intelligence Committee with high-level access and far more credibility than those behind the memo, insisted Friday that the “underlying documents” on which the memo is based “simply do not support its conclusions.”
In Alabama, where 82 percent of residents are “absolutely certain” God exists, according to a Pew Research Poll, Moore’s Baptist background certainly doesn’t make him unpopular or all that unique among Republican politicians. (Forty-nine percent of Alabamans identify as evangelical Protestants, while only 13 percent are mainline Protestants, including Strange, who is an Episcopalian.)
What makes Moore more extreme than other religiously motivated or even theocratic politicians, however, is his belief that “God’s laws are always superior to man’s laws,” and he is more than willing to put that belief into practice as a government official. In other words, when Moore’s personal understanding of biblical principles comes into conflict with the laws of the land, he is willing to suspend the latter. It’s a philosophy that seems likely to influence Moore’s approach to his work in Congress. He’s already hinted that Muslim Americans should be prohibited from holding elected office, and as judge, he used a lesbian’s sexual orientation to justify denying her custody of her children during a divorce case.
The “Protestant work ethic” is a term coined by sociologist Max Weber, whose seminal work, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism, delineated how links made by theologians between religion, work, and capital laid the groundwork for capitalism. Calvinist theology holds that only an elect few are predestined for salvation from birth, while the rest are damned. The anxiety this produced compelled people to look for hints or signs that they were members of the elect; they believed that material success was among the most notable indicators of God’s favor. Doing the hard work of creating God’s kingdom on Earth through a secular vocation was considered a pathway to God’s grace. The opposite also held true: Just as material success indicated God’s grace, poverty was a sign that you’d been denied God’s grace. In this context, slaves could be both blamed for their own plight and have the legitimacy of their labor erased.
https://newrepublic.com/article/121901/white-protestant-roots-american-racism
The former British intelligence agent at the center of the maelstrom over a 35-page dossier about Donald Trump and the Russians is named Christopher Steele, but an ex-colleague refers to him by a more familiar moniker.
“He’s James Bond,” said Nigel West, the intelligence historian and spy-novel author. “I actually introduced him to my wife as James Bond.”
Like the movie character, the 52-year-old Steele attended Cambridge University, where he was president of the Cambridge Union Debating Society. He was recruited by the Secret Intelligence Service, Britain’s counterpart to the CIA, better known as MI6, right out of university, West said.
Trying to unravel her romantic history adds fuel to the oft-spouted rumour that there is a curse attached to the Bond-Girl role. No sooner has an actress (and her ample cleavage) appeared by 007’s side than things start going pear-shaped, the theory goes. Careers crumble, private lives disintegrate and, unless you are an Honor Blackman or a Jane Seymour, obscurity beckons.
Is Lana — who would be the first to admit that her career hasn’t exactly blossomed since she bedded Bond — aware of the ‘curse’?
‘I have heard of it, but I think it would take a cleverer person than me to work out if there was something to it. But it is true that the Bond role didn’t open the doors I maybe thought it would.
‘In fact, it didn’t open any doors at all.
‘All I was offered were sexpot roles, and you can’t be doing those for ever. I did suffer from being stereotyped. I remember once saying to a producer: “Think of me as the girl next door.”
‘He said: “Honey, if you are the girl next door you must live in a very racy neighbourhood.” ’
The other myth, of course, is that being a Bond Girl was the epitome of glamour. Was it?
‘We were incredibly well looked-after on the set,’ says Lana. ‘I filmed in Las Vegas, and then Palm Springs, but glamorous it wasn’t. I had to be thrown into a pool at 3am, then go through the rigmarole of getting my hair and make-up redone when the director wanted another take.
‘At the time, I was mortified at my part in the film. A lot of my scenes were cut, but I didn’t know it until I saw the film. It felt like I bent over to pick up my popcorn and Plenty was dead.
‘I was not a happy camper. I recall thinking: “Is this what I’ve travelled all over the world promoting?”’
‘Natalie was the embodiment of what my mum longed for in life. She worshipped Nat, I was the forgotten daughter,’ said Lana
She wouldn’t be the first young starlet horrified to find her studious acting endeavours on the cutting-room floor, while the best cleavage shots remained intact.
But the intervening years — where Plenty has become something of a cult figure among Bond fans — have tempered her frustration.
‘For a long time, I thought I’d made a mistake with the character, but no longer. Now, when my life revolves around looking after my grandchildren, if I get a Bond-related invite, I jump at the chance.’
The truth is that, with or without Bond, Lana Wood’s life was never going to be anything approaching ordinary, and perhaps her relationships were always going to be flawed.
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‘Peyton Place’ was quite a groundbreaking show in the way it presented sexual themes, wasn’t it?
It was, absolutely. It did cause quite a stir. It had an incredible following all over the world, which was terrific. I was actually assigned to do another series called ‘The Long, Hot Summer’, from the movie with Paul Newman and Lee Remick, and we only went one season and were cancelled. So the studio basically said “What do we do with Lana? Hey there’s a show called ‘Peyton Place’ that we are filming on the lot. Put her in that!’ And that was all she wrote there. I stayed there for about a hundred episodes!
Later on you posed for ‘Playboy’. Was that a difficult decision?
I look back at it now and wonder why I was ever concerned about it, but at the time it was a tough decision. I actually backed out after I had done the photos. I was able to track down Hugh Hefner at his home in Chicago and I told him I wanted the pictures pulled. We had a long chat on the phone and he kept asking me what kind of pictures I would be comfortable with. He asked me “What if we publish the poems that you write. Will that you make feel better?” He felt the pictures were beautiful and wanted them seen. We struck a deal and Playboy Press published the entire book and ran some of the poems in the magazine as well.
How do you feel about the photographs now?
I think they are beautiful shots now. I don’t understand why it was nerve-racking to me at the time because they are in beautiful good taste. The photographer we had, Mario Casilli, was just a genius. What’s so nice is that back then it was all natural shots. We didn’t have make-up and hairdressing. There was nobody to do that sort of fussing or anything. There was no such thing as touching up photos and photoshop. I’m actually very glad that I did it.
Do you still write poetry now?
No, actually I don’t. But I accidentally found the book of poems that I had written back then and I started going over it. I was very pleased. I like it better now than I did back then!
http://www.money-into-light.com/2012/09/lana-wood-talks-to-paul-rowlands_8.html
Diamonds Are Forever is a 1971 British spy film and the seventh in the James Bond series to be produced by Eon Productions. It is the sixth and final Eon film to star Sean Connery, who returned to the role as the fictional MI6 agent James Bond, for the first time since You Only Live Twice (1967), having declined to reprise the role in On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1969).
The film is based on Ian Fleming‘s 1956 novel of the same name, and is the second of four James Bond films directed by Guy Hamilton. The story has Bond impersonating a diamond smuggler to infiltrate a smuggling ring, and soon uncovering a plot by his old nemesis Ernst Stavro Blofeld to use the diamonds to build a space-based laser weapon. Bond has to battle his nemesis for one last time, to stop the smuggling and stall Blofeld’s plan of destroying Washington, D.C., and extorting the world with nuclear supremacy.
In her early career, Wood usually played bit parts in films in which Natalie appeared. Starting in the 1960s, her own career took off. After appearing on the short-lived drama series The Long, Hot Summer, she landed the role of Sandy Webber on the soap series Peyton Place. She played the role from 1966–67. In 1970, Wood was approached by Hugh Hefner and asked to pose for Playboy to which she agreed. The Playboy pictures appeared in the April 1971 issue, along with Wood’s poetry. She was cast as a Bond girl, Plenty O’Toole, in the James Bond film, Diamonds Are Forever (1971).
Christopher David Steele (born 24 June 1964) is a founding director of Orbis Business Intelligence, a London-based private intelligence firm. He authored a dossier that claims Russia collected a file of compromising information on U.S. President Donald Trump.[1][2] Steele served as a British intelligence officer with the Secret Intelligence Service MI6 from 1987 until his retirement in 2009.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Steele
Steele’s expertise on Russia remained valued, and he served as a senior officer under John Scarlett, Chief of the Secret Intelligence Service (MI6), from 2004 to 2009.[15] Steele was selected as case officer for Alexander Litvinenko and participated in the investigation of the Litvinenko poisoning in 2006.[9] It was Steele who quickly realised that Litvinenko’s death “was a Russian state ‘hit’”.[15]
The firm was subsequently hired by the Hillary Clinton Campaign and the Democratic National Committee through their shared attorney at Perkins Coie, Marc Elias. Fusion GPS then hired Christopher Steele [19] to investigate Trump’s Russia-related activities.[16] According to CNN, Hillary Clinton‘s campaign and the Democratic National Committee took over the financing of the inquiry into Donald Trump and produced what became known as the Trump dossier.[20]
In July 2016, Steele, on his own initiative, supplied a report he had written to an FBI agent in Rome.[21] His contact at the FBI was the same senior agent with whom he had worked when investigating the FIFA scandal.[9] By early October 2016, he had grown frustrated at the slow rate of progress by the FBI investigation, and cut off further contact with the FBI.[19]
Ynet, an Israeli online news site, reported that American intelligence advised Israeli intelligence officers to be cautious about sharing information with the incoming Trump administration, until the possibility of Russian influence over Trump, suggested by Steele’s report, has been fully investigated.[37]
Former British ambassador to Russia, Sir Tony Brenton, read Steele’s report. Speaking on Sky News he said, “I’ve seen quite a lot of intelligence on Russia, and there are some things in it which look pretty shaky.” Brenton expressed some doubts due to discrepancies in how the dossier described aspects of the hacking activities, as well as Steele’s ability to penetrate the Kremlin and Russian security agencies, given that he is an outsider.[38]
Two days ago I said Trump is trapped in a James Bond movie. There is a connection to Ian Flemming I am saving for my first book of three titled ‘The Story of Rosamond’. I just read this, and changed my mind.
THE FATHER-in-law of runaway spy Christopher Steele admits he’s ‘concerned’ about his sudden disappearance.
David Hunt said he’d just heard the headline news about Steele, who is reportedly ‘terrified for his safety’ after being named as the former MI6 officer behind the ‘sex’ dossier on Donald Trump.
I just posted this that was a draft made on December 28, 2016.
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/01/13/carrie-eizabeth-rosemond-and-john/
Carrie Fisher is in the Peerage due to her kinship to Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. These two actresses are in the Rosamond/Benton family tree. The world famous female artist, Christine Rosamond Benton, married Garth Benton, the cousin of the famous artist, Thomas Hart Benton, the grandson of Senator Thomas Hart Benton, whose two daughters held salons in Paris and San Francisco. Mark Twain was a frequent guest of Jessie Benton Fremont whose husband, John, co-founded the Republican Party, and blazed the Oregon Trail. His sister-in-law, Susan, gave birth to the famous artist, Philip Boileau, whose beautiful portraits of beautiful women are precursers to the work of Rosamond. Christine did not know this work. She died not knowing she shared a great, great, grandfather with Liz Taylor, who was conceived in the creative house belonging to the world famous artist, Augusta John, whose granddaughter, Talitha, married Getty. The Getty’s are great patrons and Art Collectors. Christine and Garth were friends of Gordon Getty.
I have not forsaken my Muses. Rena and Belle are Female Mediums that are linked to the Golden Age of the Greeks. I have contended that life imitates art – and literature! There is no doubt, now, I am a Seer who saw the coming of ‘The Great Destroyer’ who is Donald Trump. He believes he is a god, that builds, then tears down. He gather’s beautiful women around him, then abuses them so he can own power over them.
I am the poor Bohemia Artist that lives on $728 dollars a month. I am the reporter of my own newspaper ‘Royal Rosamond Press’, My blog is full of truths. Trump has a billion dollar, and the leaders of the Free World can’t get one truth out of him. Trump is the ‘Destroyer of Truth’. The Republican Party made a nest for this monster with their barbed lies that rest upon ‘The Terrible Tower’ where women are plucked and captured, like roses.
Trumps involvement with Russian Beauty Contests has to be examined. How many Russian women has Trump sexually abused, women who are afraid of Putin and his Invisible Killers – that may soon be at the disposal of the President of the United States!
Write your Senator and Congressman and demand the papers Trump and his family presented at the news conference be put in the Congressional Record. Trump promoted fights at Madison Square Garden and got close to Don King, a murderer like Putin! If the papers are fake, like theatrical wrestling, then this megalomaniac has turned our Democracy into a Carney Show where We The People, are Born Suckers! Trump can not stop raging at his opponent! He wants to fight and gloat some more! If he got into a ring with Hillary, would he bite her ear off, then go for the Grab&Pussy Slam? There’s no Grace in this………….President!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2017
January 13, 2017
Francis Taylor exclusively represented the Welsh painter Augustus John in America, a relationship that had developed when the Taylor family moved into John’s former house in Hampstead, where Elizabeth was born in 1932. The Christie’s sale includes 21 works by John, including Portrait of Poppet in Black Hat, which Elizabeth inherited from her father and, says Bertazzoni, “cherished all her life”.
https://rosamondpress.com/2016/06/28/the-ians-of-the-isles-2/
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/01/11/trump-trapped-in-ian-flemming-book/
“These papers are just some of the many documents I’ve signed turning over complete and total control to my sons,” Trump said during his press conference, standing next to a table stacked with manila folders.
“They are not going to discuss [the business] with me,” Trump said of his sons. “Again, I don’t have to do this. They’re not going to discuss it with me.”
Sir Ian Easton was the head of College of Defence Studies in Washington where I believe he met Rena. It appears Ian Flemming opposed the entrance of Americans into this unit, and his Bond novels were a coded protest. I am sure he knew about Flemming’s feelings, they discussed on a regular basis, especially when the Bond movies came out. Did Ian marry Rena in hope of employing her in a real spy drama, but, she proved, difficult?
The British Players arrive at the Creative Casino to play for all the marbles.
Sir Ian Easton was the head of College of Defence Studies in Washington where I believe he met Rena. It appears Ian Flemming opposed the entrance of Americans into this unit, and his Bond novels were a coded protest. I am sure he knew about Flemming’s feelings, they discussed on a regular basis, especially when the Bond movies came out. Did Ian marry Rena in hope of employing her in a real spy drama, but, she proved, difficult?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_College_of_Defence_Studies
I was told in a psychic reading in 1994, that I go each night to ‘The Cathedral of the Souls’ where I have a reserved seat at a great wooden table. I had a vision of Rena and I getting married in this place that is sacred to the Rosicrucians. Rose Sainte Croix in at the apex of this family tree that keeps Art and literature in a safe place. However, we are running out of members. They are dying off, and no new members qualify. Here is Flemming’s sketch of his Bond. He looks like me when I was young. I just found this in an old post.
“Deputy Sheriff Dan Mayland assured me several times that Rena was not attacking my blog in order to get all information about her removed. Dan seemed to go out of his way to assure me Rena wanted me to continue blogging about her. I am completely confused as to why she wants me to write wonderful and intimate things about her eighteen year old self, and, at the same time she demonizes me, takes out a stalking order so Dan will give me the message “Stay away from me!”
Rena said she was overwhelmed with fear most of the day. I think my letter contained too many hidden poetic riddles. She wasn’t sure if I was who I say I am, and wanted to study my response? Why did she come back to the States? She had her dream over there?
My mother, Rosemary Rosamond, joined the Navy and scored the second highest I.Q. score in the history of the Waves, and was sent to Seattle to spy on the Russians. Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor is kin to Ian Flemming.
Jon Presco
Copyright 2015
Evelyn Rose was the daughter of George Alfred Sainte Croix Rose (1854-1926), a Berkshire Justice of the Peace and militia officer, by his marriage in 1880 to Beatrice Quain, the daughter of Sir Richard Quain. On 15 February 1906 she married Valentine Fleming (1882–1917),[2] and by that marriage was the mother of four sons: Peter Fleming, Ian Fleming – the novelist who wrote the James Bond books, Richard Fleming and Michael Fleming. She was known for her flamboyant beauty.
After her husband’s death in action in the Great War in May 1917, Evelyn Fleming inherited his large estate in trust, making her very wealthy. However, the conditions of the money in trust transferred it to others should she ever re-marry. She became the mistress of painter Augustus John, with whom she had a daughter, the cellist Amaryllis Fleming.
She died only two weeks before the death of her son Ian on 12 August 1964.[3]
Fleming was born in 1925, probably in Switzerland.[1] She was the illegitimate daughter of the painter Augustus John by his mistress Eve Fleming, mother of the writers Peter Fleming and Ian Fleming by her late husband, although most of her life she was raised as the adopted daughter of Eve Fleming as a pretence to hide her illegitimacy and only discovered her true parentage when she was in her twenties.[2]
Jon Presco
https://rosamondpress.com/2017/01/11/trump-trapped-in-ian-flemming-book/
The former British intelligence agent at the center of the maelstrom over a 35-page dossier about Donald Trump and the Russians is named Christopher Steele, but an ex-colleague refers to him by a more familiar moniker.
“He’s James Bond,” said Nigel West, the intelligence historian and spy-novel author. “I actually introduced him to my wife as James Bond.”
Like the movie character, the 52-year-old Steele attended Cambridge University, where he was president of the Cambridge Union Debating Society. He was recruited by the Secret Intelligence Service, Britain’s counterpart to the CIA, better known as MI6, right out of university, West said.
He was posted to Moscow in the early 1990s and then Paris, according to people who knew him at the time. One of his more recent responsibilities was running a course for new agents, West said. About eight years ago, he left Her Majesty’s service and co-founded his own security firm, Orbis Business Intelligence, with partner Christopher Burrows.
Unlike James Bond, Steele wasn’t a household name — until he burst into the public consciousness this week after being unmasked as the author of a sensational, unverified report commissioned and circulated by unknown clients opposed to Trump.
Steele — described as a compact, clean-cut man with an intense manner — has not commented on the uproar that was unleashed when media outlets reported the dossier had been presented to both Trump and President Obama and, in one case, published the document.
Two days after the videotape of Donald Trump’s now-infamous 2005 lewd conversation was released, the Trump team remains divided over the most serious question arising from the tape: Is Trump talking about sexual assault?
“Yes,” “no,” and “maybe,” his surrogates reply.
Alabama senator Jeff Sessions, a top Trump surrogate, said Sunday night that Trump used “very improper language,” but Sessions insisted in the post-debate spin room that behavior Trump described in the video wouldn’t constitute sexual assault.
SESSIONS: This was very improper language, and he’s acknowledged that.
TWS: But beyond the language, would you characterize the behavior described in that as sexual assault if that behavior actually took place?
SESSIONS: I don’t characterize that as sexual assault. I think that’s a stretch. I don’t know what he meant—
TWS: So if you grab a woman by the genitals, that’s not sexual assault?
SESSIONS: I don’t know. It’s not clear that he—how that would occur.
In the 2005 Access Hollywood video, Donald Trump, newly-married to his third wife, sees an actress through the window of a bus and exclaims: “Whoa! Whoa!”
“I’ve got to use some Tic Tacs, just in case I start kissing her,” Trump says. “You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the p—y. You can do anything.”
On Sunday morning, another top Trump surrogate, Rudy Giuliani, conceded in an interview with George Stephanopoulos on This Week that Trump was describing sexual assault.
“The problem isn’t just the words,” Stephanopoulos said. “What Trump is describing in that tape is sexual assault.”
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How Did Natalie End Up In Water?
Detectives don’t buy it, how Natalie Woods ended up in the water. I don’t know how Christine ended up in the water.
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
“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.
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
“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.
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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.
- 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.”
Citizen Keane: The Saucer Eye Orphans Have Lost Their Father
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The big-eyed kids suffer a painful paternity suit
By Adam Parfrey,
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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