Viktor Wynd

Archive for - 2011 July

Viktor Wynd – A Retrospective 2001-2011

In - Essays

Viktor Wynd is delighted to announce the launch of his new website

www.viktorwynd.org

an archive of his artistic endeavours over the last ten years

Viktor Wynd never wanted to be a train driver when he was little, he never wanted to fly a plane or run faster than anyone else. He wanted to write novels. He didn’t like being at school, he didn’t understand what it was for. It kept him away and it stopped him from doing what he wanted. He didn’t want to be told what to do, he wanted to learn about frogs and toads and carnivorous plants and Napoleon and Cavaliers & The Khan’s of The Golden Horde; he wanted to be Bonnie Prince Charlie, The White Rajah of Sarawak, Prime Minister, William Beckford & Cinderella. He didn’t want to read Sons & Lovers he wanted to read Huysmans & Artaud & Cocteau & Rimbaud. He didn’t want to learn about osmosis, sit through chapel every day; he was happy in the library reading and dreaming of dark Africa, Bougainville Island & The Chagos Archipelago. He didn’t like the other boys, or maybe they didn’t like him, he didn’t want to talk about sport or play their games. He wanted to read Beverley Nicholls & Compton Mackenzie & Milton & Wilde. He didn’t have any direction, even then, & built a greenhouse with a pond and a stream and put tree frogs, and painted frogs and fire salamanders in it and they walked out into the garden and the pond beside and died in a cold winter, so he built another enclosure for Natterjack toads and wall lizards and the toads natterjacked and the lizards got out and went in the chicken pen and had their tails pecked of and ran away. The alpine newts are still in the pond and still very pretty, the carnivorous plants are dead, the orchids are with him now and the bog garden is covered with sphagnum and one clump of glorious orchids.

So he packed his bags and moved to Paris to learn French and read Simone de Beavoir & Sartre & Soupault & Baudelaire (but when he had learnt French he wanted to read Ernst Junger & Marquez & llosa, which he did, in French & Artaud & Artaud & Artaud again) & lived in a garret & drank wine by the Seine and fell in love and thought he’d found his place & then the Islamic World beckoned and then Europe, Asia & America & grew magic mushrooms, mandragora, peyote, san pedro, khat fell out of love and cried and cried & listened to Jim Morrison singing “You’re Lost Little Girl” and thought it was about him. & wrote seven novels, slowly disintegrating, from the first with it’s beginning, middle and an end, to the last with it’s scraps of paper and receipts and little notes.

& then he became an artist and this is what he did

www.viktorwynd.org

& he’d love to know what you think of it

except he’s hopeless and never finishes anything, so it’s all almost there, it just needs some photos and some images and some sound and some videos and then it will be done, & he hopes you like it. You can learn all about why he thinks he’s so f***ing special, the long and lonely nights he’s spent since you first left home, the league against ugly people, the girlspotters guide to the pretty girls of Europe, philosophy in the bedroom, the sorrows of young wynd and many more

but it doesn’t have anything about Viktor Wynd’s Palace of Broken Dreams because the Old Vic decided after many many months of promises that they don’t want to build it so Viktor Wynd has to live on in his hovel, and fans of what might have been may read below.

But the rest is done now and does it add up to anything? Mr.Wynd is confused and listless and doesn’t really know what he’s done or why he’s done it or what he’s going to do or how he’s going to do it or why ….

But he’d going to do something new soon – just see if he doesn’t…..

He’s more and more obsessed by opera and wants to direct and with Wyndstock launched is planning Wyndbourne…..

Viktor Wynd’s Palace of Broken Dreams

The Last Tuesday Society proposes it’s most ambitious project yet – a Bacchanalian Banquet of Lust & Disgust. Part theater, part installation, part banquet, part ball. The environment will serve as a frame, or a set, to challenge the audiences perceptions and transform them from spectators to cast members of a different drama that they will build every night.

The Palace
Within the tunnels will be created a vast baroque labyrinthine palace, taking as it’s inspiration Pater Greenaway’s The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, Her Lover, Gormenghast, Schloss Neuschwanstein, Stephen Calloway’s book Baroque Baroque, old master paintings, Mike Kelley, Christoph Buschel, Jean Cocteau’s La Belle et La Bete, William Beckford’s Fonthill Abbey, Quinta da Regaleira, Edward James’ Mexican Gardens & more

A place to dream & a place to play, a place to love & a place to decay,

A banquet of life, a temple of death, a palace of dreams, a garden of tortures…..

- All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players -

The Experience

Whilst the aim is to transform the guests from mere spectators into players the Palace will play host to an army of performers providing centres of entertainment. Visitors will wander at will but be free to stay for as long, or little, as they like in each room. The Palace may be a dream Palace, but it will be a functioning palace, made up of many rooms and chambers, including The Banqueting Hall, The Ball Room, The Kitchens, The Bathroom, Dressing Room, The Cinema, The Garden of Tortures, and more. At it’s heart will be The Banqueting Hall – a vast dining room, a great table, with seating for 200, will groan beneath enormous piles of food arranged as Flemish Still lives, adorned by naked painted wriggling people, the food will be maintained until everyone has had their fill, or it runs out, after which it will be a glorious baroque ruin of a banquet. The Bedroom will be dominated by a vast four poster bed – big enough to hold 40 people, & will play host to “Philosophy in the Bedroom” – a series of serious Philosophical lectures – see below, and, lecture over, will be a place to relax, or enjoy and host performances and spectacles – a life drawing class perhaps; the floor will be carpeted with Persian rugs, deep pillows, erotica will adorn the walls & the room will pay subtle homage both to Catherine The Great & to Dr.James Graham’s Celestial Bed. The Divine Marquis himself will have his own area in The Garden of Tortures,- an overgrown graveyard of a dark garden with strange bondage furniture, whippings and other joys from the S&M community. Within a tented Arabian themed room will nestle The Turkish Baths with twin bubbling hot tubs, towels and changing rooms will be provided. The Ballroom will be glorious and take as it’s central theme Cocteau’s Belle et la Bête, – early in the evening dancing classes will be provided – with an emphasis on fun and partner changing and introducing everyone to everyone, followed by headlining bands and a house jazz band, & djs for as long as people want to dance. Viktor Wynd’s Cinema of Broken Dreams will finally be built, a darkened hall of magic and mystery, partly programmed with new and strange macabre shorts and animations, and partly playing classics – such as Jodorowski’s Santa Sangre.

101 Reasons to Cry Today

In - Essays

One Hundred & One Reasons To Cry Today By Viktor Wynd

1/What was your first pet called?
- what type of animal?
- - what happened to it – is it dead?

2/think of your parents cat that got run over, or will get run over

3/think of your ex-girlfriend/boyfriend who won’t talk to you any more, think of the ex before that who stiiiiiillllllll talks to you

4/Think of your grandmother that’s dead,

5/think of your stepmother who’s got cancer, or soon will have

6/Who did you spend Valentines day with last year? And where are they now?

7/Think of someone you said “I love to” once who wont ever say it back to you now (and mean it)

8/Think of your goldfish that’s dead

9/Think how ugly you’ll be when you’re 92

10/think of when you were young and pretty and everyone wanted to kiss you and how you caught glandular fever and had to stay in bed for 6 months and not kiss anyone.

11/What colour was your first bicycle and where is it now?

12/ What was the name of your first ever love? Did you ever talk? Do you still talk?

13/who did you spend valentines day with the year before last and where are they now?

14/who did you spend valentine’s day with the year before the year before last

15/think of the person you wanted to come with tonight, and the ticket you bought for them and the person you ended up bringing

16/ think of going ho9me for Christmas and discovering that even the people who are supposed to love you don’t

17/ think of all the lambs being born this year. And what will happen to them.

18/ think of all the puppies in china that will be eaten

19/ think of little African children. And the people who adopt them

20/ think of how you cried the day Diana died, the day of her fubneral, and how that makes you feel today

21/ think of waking up in the morning and discovering the person next to you is someone else

22/ think of your first day at school, and your last, and all the horrible days in between

23/ codex alimentarius

24/ thinkof your grandmother who’s dead, and your grandmother who wishes she was dead

25/ think of saying goodbye at the airport, and how you never saw her again

26/ think of the time you said you loved him, and didn’t, and how that made him feel

27/ think of the time you said you’d run away with him, and he bought you a ticket, and you didn’t, and how that made him feel

28 think of the time you said you loved her, day after day, week after week, and didn’t, and she still didn’t let you sleep with her

29/ think of all the kittens in the world, and how there aren’t enough people with enough love in their hearts to make them all happy

30/ think of the first week you spent after your love left you and how you felt every morning when you woke up and your love wasn’t there, and how you felt when you realised your love would never be there again

31/ think of how happy you’d be if only you love would love you the way you love them, have loved them, do love them, will love them

32/ think of how you felt all those years ago when you had a friend

33/ think of the time your first dog got cancer and had to be put down, and of how you’ll feel when the next one dies

34/ think of waking up in the morning, and the old coffee cup by your bed, and the person you’re thinking about, and how they aren’t there and knowing that they’ll probably never be there, but longing for them to be there, smiling and giving you a hug and a kiss, and how they could be there, every morning, but won’t ever be there, again

35/ think of the time you said you didn’t love him, and don’t love him and won’t love him and how you much you have loved him, do love him and will love him, and how you’ll never be able to tell him that, and if you did how he wouldn’t care, and if you’d never told him you didn’t love him how happy you would be today, and aren’t

36/ think of all the poor roses being thrown away on the 15th february, and why, and the storie4s you could tell, and how lucky you would feel if you had someone to give roses to on valentine’s day who would be happy if you did

37/think of the time you did you homework but forget to bring it to school in the morning, and how your teacher didn’t believe you and wouldn’t ring your mum to check

suggested sample

101 Reasons To Cry Today
by
Viktor Wynd

Number 89
What colour was your first bicycle and where is it now?

Loss; an Evening of Exquisite Misery
Black Friday 13th February at The Tabernacle 2009