If ever there was a ready-made still life, it is the refrigerator.
The French term for still life- nature morte- translates to "dead nature." The refrigerator is a container not so much for dead nature as nature in limbo; Nature Waiting. A staple of contemporary life, everyone we know has a big cold box in their life; and like anything that we all have, the variations on the theme are endless. How we choose to use it- or not- can reveal volumes about who we are.
Anthropology, allegory, sensory cues, economic indicators, the colors and textures of an unintended, unself-conscious diary- our food represents so much. We look at it every day, but how often do we see it?
So, what do you keep in your fridge? Mustard? A creepy doll? Fourteen gallons of raw milk? Film? Does the dog know to come when you open it? And what, in the end, is left uneaten?