Post Knife by Vivienne

Vivienne's diary

Vivienne's diary



24 October 2003


I fly back from New York on the Concorde (BA2) seated next to Terence Conran; it’s one of the last flights as we land a tear roles down Terence’s face.

27th November 2006


I take a train to London. It costs £35.00 with a railcard. My allocated seat is coach C seat 42. I'm meeting my friend who is a now a London Gay, I was going to bring him a new painting called Light and Magic, but I've decided I like the picture more than I love him and take him a print instead.


5th November 2007


He falls across me as the tram jerks forward, and I turn to look at him, catching a glimpse of his tummy as his white T-shirt rides up. He smiles, and in young voice apologises. He's only about 18 and takes the seat opposite me. One of the first things I notice about him is he's holding a cup of tea in a real cup. The tea is milky, and the cups got 'The empire strikes back' wrote on the side. He's cute, and his jeans have got paint down them with a beautiful brown leather belt amidst a brass buckle. I try not to look at him too much. He looks at me three times in between texting on his phone. I get off two stops later and go to see the fortune teller. Later that day, I hit the gin hard, abuse Valium, and after a phone call with my father, I paint Lithium.


6th January 2008


I paid my rent today it was two months late. I did think about doing it before going to Spain, but the thought never reoccurred after that brief moment getting into the car. I've tried my hand at a nude, chalk on canvas. I wasn't just what to do about the dick, so I just made a kind of triangle shape.


16th October 2010


I reconcile the cost of some incidentals with a friend, and the calculations are as follows:

Dinner £144
The Ritz £233
St Pancras £41
The Wolseley £148

Divided by two is £283.

Inspired by the drinks in The Rivoli Bar, I paint a portrait of myself taking on the look of Karl. It captures the stillness and has a sense of formality, and it's the biggest painting thus far. I like that about it, but I'm also sad I broke the 16x20 rule.


25th January 2015


I write to my friend Anastasia.

Dear Anastasia,

Thank you for your letter. I do like it when I get a message from a Hotel, did the concierge post it for you? I hope so.

I am now timeworn, and I feel positively middle-aged. Furthermore, you know the lines on my tummy, they have got worse. I'm going to start a new diet called The Dukan, which published in France in the 2000s.

This morning for my breakfast I had two Bloody Marys, well one and a half I'm yet to finish the other half.

Evelyn and I are in the process of flat hunting, which has turned into a costly exercise. I think it will be grand when we get it sorted, but it's just the faff of having to do it.

I want to do something soon, maybe a bed-in? I miss those days, and I feel like I am a shell of my former self.

How is Stan, do you still plan to marry him? Have you told John about this yet?

Flights to the Falklands look quite cheap, so maybe I'll do that after I get the move out of the way, or perhaps we could meet somewhere on the East Coast?

I've painted a new picture and called it Bitten.

With the fondest care,

V


22nd July 2019


Exhausted with today I retreat to 1806, drape myself onto an Oxblood Chesterfield with Evelyn and order a Gin. It comes with a flower and a glass of water, I drink half of the water and move on to the cocktail. Evelyn tells me about the diesel locomotives and the wine, I am in complete agreement. I finish my drink then eat the flower.


28th July 2019


After a weekend of gin martini’s, oysters, wine from the bottom of the list and a bar manager at the top of her game. I eat one meal on Sunday combine it with $20 wine and paint The Boy a heavy portrait that commands a room.




24 October 2003


I fly back from New York on the Concorde (BA2) seated next to Terence Conran; it’s one of the last flights as we land a tear roles down Terence’s face.

27th November 2006


I take a train to London. It costs £35.00 with a railcard. My allocated seat is coach C seat 42. I'm meeting my friend who is a now a London Gay, I was going to bring him a new painting called Light and Magic, but I've decided I like the picture more than I love him and take him a print instead.


5th November 2007


He falls across me as the tram jerks forward, and I turn to look at him, catching a glimpse of his tummy as his white T-shirt rides up. He smiles, and in young voice apologises. He's only about 18 and takes the seat opposite me. One of the first things I notice about him is he's holding a cup of tea in a real cup. The tea is milky, and the cups got 'The empire strikes back' wrote on the side. He's cute, and his jeans have got paint down them with a beautiful brown leather belt amidst a brass buckle. I try not to look at him too much. He looks at me three times in between texting on his phone. I get off two stops later and go to see the fortune teller. Later that day, I hit the gin hard, abuse Valium, and after a phone call with my father, I paint Lithium.


6th January 2008


I paid my rent today it was two months late. I did think about doing it before going to Spain, but the thought never reoccurred after that brief moment getting into the car. I've tried my hand at a nude, chalk on canvas. I wasn't just what to do about the dick, so I just made a kind of triangle shape.


16th October 2010


I reconcile the cost of some incidentals with a friend, and the calculations are as follows:

Dinner £144
The Ritz £233
St Pancras £41
The Wolseley £148

Divided by two is £283.

Inspired by the drinks in The Rivoli Bar, I paint a portrait of myself taking on the look of Karl. It captures the stillness and has a sense of formality, and it's the biggest painting thus far. I like that about it, but I'm also sad I broke the 16x20 rule.


25th January 2015


I write to my friend Anastasia.

Dear Anastasia,

Thank you for your letter. I do like it when I get a message from a Hotel, did the concierge post it for you? I hope so.

I am now timeworn, and I feel positively middle-aged. Furthermore, you know the lines on my tummy, they have got worse. I'm going to start a new diet called The Dukan, which published in France in the 2000s.

This morning for my breakfast I had two Bloody Marys, well one and a half I'm yet to finish the other half.

Evelyn and I are in the process of flat hunting, which has turned into a costly exercise. I think it will be grand when we get it sorted, but it's just the faff of having to do it.

I want to do something soon, maybe a bed-in? I miss those days, and I feel like I am a shell of my former self.

How is Stan, do you still plan to marry him? Have you told John about this yet?

Flights to the Falklands look quite cheap, so maybe I'll do that after I get the move out of the way, or perhaps we could meet somewhere on the East Coast?

I've painted a new picture and called it Bitten.

With the fondest care,

V


22nd July 2019


Exhausted with today I retreat to 1806, drape myself onto an Oxblood Chesterfield with Evelyn and order a Gin. It comes with a flower and a glass of water, I drink half of the water and move on to the cocktail. Evelyn tells me about the diesel locomotives and the wine, I am in complete agreement. I finish my drink then eat the flower.


28th July 2019


After a weekend of gin martini’s, oysters, wine from the bottom of the list and a bar manager at the top of her game. I eat one meal on Sunday combine it with $20 wine and paint The Boy a heavy portrait that commands a room.



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