When Wayne Thiebaud started painting + exhibiting images various desserts and pastries, critics acclaimed his work as a celebration of a “shallow consumer culture.” Too bad Wayne’s all, yeah right guys, about this theory, and opted for nostalgia > disdain.
No matter the reasons behind Thiebaud’s inspiration, I’m just thankful to have a variety of sweets to stare at, since I’m not eating processed sugar this week.
(Edit: Since this post, I’ve had about two three doughnuts and a stack of French toast the size of my head.)
