I was feeling a bit lost as I wandered through Budapest, so I called up Wayne Thiebaud to find some direction. He answered on one of his three pastel princess phones, which color I forgot to ask. I did ask him, however, which way I ought to go, and he said to come for a visit. So we talked about direction; he told me, "Every paint stroke takes you farther and farther away from your initial concept. And you have to be thankful for that." And feeling quite far from any concept, I figured I should be quite thankful to be wandering. I sipped on my cocoa, nibbled on my HoHos, and occasionally "walked the dog" on one of the many colorful YoYos set out upon the table.
|"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from Budapest?"|
|Three Little Words...|
|HoHos, Cocoas, and YoYos with Wayne|