There’s nothing nicer than going into a major museum show like “Wayne Thiebaud: Art Comes from Art” at the Legion of Honor filled with wariness around its (obvious?) premise and leaving not just convinced, but charmed. To be clear, bquinnterest was already a Thiebaud fan. Colorful and fun, while deeply earnest about the enterprise of art making, his paintings seem to take serious delight in his subjects and sources, whether exquisite cakes or a sprawling California Delta landscape. And though his work has often been understood in the context of his native California — those dramatic rural and urban landscapes, that bright palette, all those saccharine goodies — isn’t the idea that it’s also indebted to earlier art a given? Why should it be different for Thiebaud than any other painter? Turns out, it’s a difference of degree, and Thiebaud cranked his art amp to 11. Read the full review by Bridget Quinn at the link in bio. . . . 1 - Wayne Thiebaud, "Buffet" (1972–75), oil on canvas; S...