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...face of it, Thiebaud, 81, is a Realist. He loves material fact, with a preference for inertia. He started off in the 1960s painting gorgeously lush still lifes of kitsch diner food--everything from hot dogs to angel-food cake and gumballs. Then he turned to painting people, or rather embalming them in his characteristic thick, smooth and (when used to make flesh) slightly rubbery pigment. After moving to San Francisco in the early '70s, he took his eye outside and did cityscapes--those strange, plunging perspectives of the hills and highways of the city, translated into gravity-defying slices...
...relation to his work, it doesn't mean much: only that he was and presumably still is intrigued and delighted by the sight of multiple-produced American food. Not so much the package (like the soup can) as the soup itself, or for that matter the sandwich, the cake or the slice of pie, sitting there in virginal garishness, the coconut icing soft and fluffy as a baby angel's wingpits, under the fluorescent tubes in the glass diner case...
...birthday cake read, "Happy Birthday Mr. President," and paid homage to Bush?s favorite sport: Baseball. The cake was decorated with an edible bat (wrapped with ribbons of red white and blue sugar) and mitt, which held a meringue baseball adorned with the letter W. After the party, the assemblage stood on the Truman balcony to watch fireworks on the mall...
...engage, if one will only let them. They are not afraid to ask questions, to risk interpretations, to read poems aloud and to listen. So my finest experiences since 1991 teaching (briefly) lyric poetry to first-year students at Harvard have been whipped cream on top of chocolate cake. For those who wonder whether education is alive and well, or who question whether the future will be in good hands, I exhort them to come, to watch and to listen to our students...
...Remember those perfectly geometric, box-shaped pieces of dessert cake we had every night? One of our favorite pastimes was to doctor them up with creative fillings. We would core out a hole from the bottom into which we could pour salad dressing, cottage cheese or other liquid condiments. We would then sneak these altered desserts back onto the cafeteria counter, and monitor the lucky, unsuspecting recipient...