I carried this ancient RCA Whirlpool fridge door through the cold, biting rain to Williamsburg. I started drawing, but frankly I’d had so much scribbling the day before that it just felt tedious and I took a break and leafed through a stack of ArtForum magazines till I felt sufficiently alienated from contemporary art practice and alternately angry at myself for just not getting most of it and angry at it for seeming cold and remote and obtuse and unsensuous and as dull as an office cubicle to return to the steel door, but still the pencil bored me and I’ve had a couple of cans of black and white oil enamel waiting for a desperate experiment to happen. Mix the enamel with some oil paint and it should stick to the old metal paint on the fridge door. Something about this painting now reminds me of drawings I was doing a long long time ago, but you know what Faulkner said, “The past is not dead… it’s not even past” or something. And speaking of the past, this door is one solid piece of beautiful metalwork. It’s really quite an object (all the paint worn off around the handle from years of midnight snack’s blind fumbling). It is well built, unlike the Welbilt which is acutally not at all, but was lighter to carry.
