Is it wrong that Thomas Kinkade's DUI arrest makes me positively giddy? I mean, okay, I know it's wrong, but is it "monster" wrong? Because I just can't stop counting the worry-wrinkles in his wanna-be Jack Nicholson forehead, giggling at his wanna-be mid-20's goatee and imagining a cop gruffly handling him by the collar of his wannabe-John Lasseter shirt.
In case none of that last sentence made sense, here's Kinkade's mugshot:
And in case you don't know who Thomas Kinkade is, he's the self-described "Painter of Light" who has "brought the light of God and inspiration into millions of homes" by slapping his terrible, gaudy paintings of cottages onto every conceivably sellable surface.
I believe this one's called "Faerie's Rest," "Grumpy's Hollow," or "Saccharine Nightmare," although they all look so similar it's tough to be sure.
He's also the world's most collected living artist, and would be incredibly wealthy if not for the fact that he just got sued for massive fraud and is now bankrupt (and apparently, drunk). For most of his life, he has been a millionaire painter, which almost sounds like an oxymoron to me.
The sheer number of "certified authentic" Kinkade paintings sold in malls across America virtually guarantee that the man is a liar. He either paints 36 hours a day, or has turned his studio into a factory for mass-producing paintings which he then signs. Either way, ew.
To compare, and as a sort of palette cleanser--and also to hopefully explain why I loathe the man so much--here's a painting by my godfather, Glen Crooks:
He's lived in the same modest home as long as I've been alive and paints for eight to ten hours a day, sometimes seven days a week. He has never described himself as "The Painter of Light," despite the fact that HE SO TOTALLY IS.
Call it petty or jealous (because it's certainly both of those things), but I can't not enjoy this just a little bit. I mean, at the end of the day, the guy's still going to have a huge market to exploit for as long as he lives.
For me, the only solace is knowing that Thomas Kinkade probably has to live in a house full of Thomas Kinkade paintings. I can imagine no worse punishment.
Actually, I guess the DUI and bankruptcy are probably worse. Or torture. But still, hahaha about that guy's misfortune, amirite?!
In case none of that last sentence made sense, here's Kinkade's mugshot:
And in case you don't know who Thomas Kinkade is, he's the self-described "Painter of Light" who has "brought the light of God and inspiration into millions of homes" by slapping his terrible, gaudy paintings of cottages onto every conceivably sellable surface.I believe this one's called "Faerie's Rest," "Grumpy's Hollow," or "Saccharine Nightmare," although they all look so similar it's tough to be sure.
He's also the world's most collected living artist, and would be incredibly wealthy if not for the fact that he just got sued for massive fraud and is now bankrupt (and apparently, drunk). For most of his life, he has been a millionaire painter, which almost sounds like an oxymoron to me.The sheer number of "certified authentic" Kinkade paintings sold in malls across America virtually guarantee that the man is a liar. He either paints 36 hours a day, or has turned his studio into a factory for mass-producing paintings which he then signs. Either way, ew.
To compare, and as a sort of palette cleanser--and also to hopefully explain why I loathe the man so much--here's a painting by my godfather, Glen Crooks:
He's lived in the same modest home as long as I've been alive and paints for eight to ten hours a day, sometimes seven days a week. He has never described himself as "The Painter of Light," despite the fact that HE SO TOTALLY IS.
Call it petty or jealous (because it's certainly both of those things), but I can't not enjoy this just a little bit. I mean, at the end of the day, the guy's still going to have a huge market to exploit for as long as he lives. For me, the only solace is knowing that Thomas Kinkade probably has to live in a house full of Thomas Kinkade paintings. I can imagine no worse punishment.
Actually, I guess the DUI and bankruptcy are probably worse. Or torture. But still, hahaha about that guy's misfortune, amirite?!
ok, the paintings by your grandfather (am i right in assuming the one directly after the first is also his?) were amazing. just got a new fav painter (besides my roommate, but... since she's not on this site, your gpa is ahead of her.)
Your godfather's paintings are awe inspiring! I fell in love a little bit...
LOVE your Godfather's snowbank painting. Absolutely beautiful.
I would hope you can get his talent shown somewhere....anywhere that would surpass that of Kinkade's stuff which has always seemed a bit "overdone" and "goopy". I call his work SWAP MEET art, but that throws a huge diss at the coolest place to buy Ginsu knives and 100 count black socks for ten bucks.
My God, that snowbank picture is a painting? Even as a photograph it would've looked hella good, but if that's oils I think I'm gonna have a nerd-gasm and wet myself. Oils are the hardest medium to work with (though watercolors is a close second) and it's really messy. I hate the smell of turpentine.
Anyways, TK's work always seemed overdone to me, kind of like the King Lear of Artists. There's always a little too much color, and they're way too busy. Even as someone who can only do art when she is able, I think even I could come up with better subject matter than that. Even a still life of vases and eggs would be better.
You're right, Michael. This guy makes true artists (and their fans) gag.