I consider this to be another failed attempt – but I actually like the painting. What’s wrong with it? I was stuck on the “yellow tomato” concept hanging in my mind’s eye, rather than seeing and responding to what lay in front of me. The essence of what I like about painting lies therein: an artist is an antenna that resonates to the frequency of the subject. If I try too hard to internally modulate the frequency, I end up with a monotonous field of yellow instead of little notes of hue and shade. To me, the subject matter and what it represents is almost meaningless – it’s the facts of the paint on the canvas that matter. Wayne Thiebaud could wring so much color and life out of a simple slice of pie, the pie became irrelevant.