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eoplearealwaysaskingme
whenandwhyI startedmy
collectionandmuseum.And
I justdon’thaveananswer.
I don’tthinkI knowtheanswerto
anything.I feelI ama lostina great
bigcosmicsoup.I haveneverfounda
metanarrativethatI wanttosubscribe
toandIdoubtIeverwill.Thatismy
answertowhatI amdoingandwhy– I
amtryingtocreatea CabinetofWonders
- somethingthatthrowsupandglorifies
thingsIfinddisturbing,beautiful,
diverse,marvellous,disgusting,obscene,
extraordinary,messyandconfusing.
I’vefilledmymuseumandmynew
bookwiththingsthatI loveandhowI
cantellmystorytoyouall.Itisa canvas
andI ampaintinga pictureonit.It’s
notanhonestpictureandmanyofthe
storiesItelldidn’thappen,orifthey
didhappen,theydidn’thappentome,
orevenquitelikethat.However,itis
a mirrorandthroughdistortionand
representationit maysaysomething
aboutthe‘conditionhumaine’.
Thecollectionstartedintheearly
1990swhenI waslivinginMiamianda
neighbourshowedmeeBay.Forsome
reasonI stumbledonanarticulated
humanbabyfoetusandI wantedit.I
didn’thave$800– I hadbarelythe$1
neededforthecreamycheeseandbean
burritosfromtheTacoBellthatI lived
on–butitwassunnyandtropical,and
peoplewerepretty.Someofthem– one
oftheminparticular– wereverypretty.
ButMiamiwasn’tforme,orratherthe
prettygirlsdidn’tlikeme,soImoved
backtoLondon.InLondonI discovered
a websitecalledZoobaythatonlysold
deadanimalsandpeople.I washooked.
I hadhadnoideathatsuchthingswere
obtainablebymeremortalsandworking
inclublandI sometimesfoundmyself
veryhungoverwithlargebundlesof
cashandanemptydaytofill.Soone
dayI answeredanadvertfora shrunken
headandfoundmyselfina council
houseindeepestEssexlookingatthree
19th-centuryfoetuses–allcutinhalfand
sleepinggentlyinaclearfluid.Reader:
Iboughtthemall,tookthemhomeand
putthemonmykitchendresser.
AfterthatIrapidlychangedfrom
thesortofpersonwho’dbeabletofitall
myworldlygoodsintoonebagintothe
inhabitant of a large loft overflowing
Illustration: Joseph Joyce
AvisittoViktorWynd’s
UnnaturalHistoryMuseumof
gloriouscuriositiesis a unique
insight into the human mind
AUTHORFEATURE
For the
love of odd
withthings.Ibecameaddictedtocollecting,
whichisdefinitelyapsychologicalcondition.
I hadtoraisefundstobuythethingsI
needed.I hadtosellthingstogetthingsI
wantedmore.I lookedattheminmarvel
andbegantobuilda storyusingeverything
thatIloved.Followinglifelongdesires,I
trackeddownoutsiderporninobscure
backstreetshopswithrathertoogrown-up
prices.I visitedoldcollectorsandwent
intotheirattics,emptyingoutcardboard
boxesfilledwithdodobones,Surrealist
paintingsandhumanskulls.I lookedunder
theirbedsandsofas,teasingoutoccult
drawings,magicalobjects,rareseashells
andmysteriousplants.
InEastAngliaI wenttoarchitectural
salvageyardsandexplainedI was
interestedinMagick,wonderingifthey’d
foundanythingintheoldbuildings– a
mummifiedhumanhandperhaps?A
magicalstoneoraboxofspells?Most
laughedbutIdidbuyaveryfinemummified
cat.I travelledtoNewGuineaandCongo
insearchofthemasksandcarvingsthat
hadentrancedmesincemychildhood
visitstothePittRiversMuseuminOxford,
HornimaninSouthLondon,andMusée
de l’Homme in Paris, and I found them
andbroughtthemhome.
I’manartist,asculptor,awriter,a
storyteller,soofcourseI’vemadethingsas
well.Lotsofthings,somelikeunicornsand
mermaids,youmightperhapsbeexcused
forrecognising.OthersIdon’tthinkit
isrelevanttotell.I’vealsoalwaysbattled
withGerald,everthere,eversittingatmy
shoulderandbeingmiserable,tellingmeto
stayinbedandremindingmeofmyalltoo
manyinadequacies.Heisa miserablesodso
I’vetriedtofillmymuseumwiththingsthat
willmakemelaugh,becausewhenIsmile
andwhenI’mhappyhegetsverysmalland
hisvoicegetsveryquiet,hegetsespecially
annoyedwiththebooksI buywithsillytitles
- likeTheArt ofFakingIt,ExhibitionPoultry,
TheNaughtyNunorRats for ThoseWho Care.
Well,itismymind,theinsideofmyhead,
that’sondisplayinmymuseum,insidemy
book.I thinkit mightbequitelikeyour
mind,orbitsofitmightbe–theonlywayto
tellisif youcomeandhavea poke around.
Please do – you are invited.
TheUnnaturalHistoryMuseum
byViktorWynd
is out now (Prestel, £35)