MB-R: The Black AIDS and the White AIDS paintings of the early 1990s relate to that first exhibition you saw with Ad Reinhardt. Seeing them again reminded me of studio visit you once did with me. It was at a crucial point when I was trying to figure out my future. I was making white-on-white drawings of different uses of the words “spirit” and “matter.” We talked about the subject and then you said, “These are really good, but you are never going to become an art star from this, because white-on-white just does not reproduce.” You proceeded to tell me about this sort of “image virus” idea, about how in General Idea you would think about how works could reproduce at different sizes, in black-and-white, in color. I constantly think about that.
AAB: I had forgotten all of those conversations. But yes, we talked about it in General Idea, all the time.
MB-R: The Black AIDS paintings and the White AIDS paintings function in dramatically different ways than the color works. They are very minimal works, and, I think, engaged in spirituality, or thinking about this idea of what comes after. AIDS is the starting point, or the cause of it, in both the image and the actual reality, but it is not the end result.
AAB: We did a whole show of black paintings, [in 1991 at the Grey Art Gallery at New York University]. It was when they were really very sick, and it was a kind of goodbye.
MB-R: A goodbye to them, or a goodbye to the “AIDS” paintings?
AAB: Both. Definitely a goodbye to them, though. And then something happened, and suddenly we were doing all these white things, like the Fin de siècle installation, and then we did a whole series of white-on-white “AIDS” paintings. When we thought that the black ones were going to be the last ones we would ever do, suddenly the white ones appeared. Then, it really felt that white was going to be the last body of work. And then, suddenly it was green, blue, red, green, blue, red, green, blue. Right at the end, there was suddenly an explosion of little pieces, all done in red, green, and blue—little Duchamp hearts, and all sorts of stuff.
The white “AIDS” paintings [turned out to be] much more of a goodbye. But the real goodbye was the exhibition [of large and small sculptures of pills] One Day of AZT/One Year of AZT at the National Gallery of Canada in 1994, which traveled to MoMA in 1996 [Projects 56: General Idea].