Believe it or not, this piece reminds me of cake: the sloping lines, as if scallops of piped frosting; the soft pastels, as if food for a baby shower, bridal shower, ladies' luncheon, or any time a petit four might enter the room. Not that anyone else might have a thought of "cake" and follow up that with "Thiebaud", but this work I offer up as a humble nod toward the work of Wayne. For this reason, I call this piece "That Just Frosts My Cake"; more fun than CR27 at 113, don't you think?!