If it were a Kinkade print, it would be twilight and there’d be candles glowing in the windows. One art critic said Kinkade’s twee cottages all looked like they were ablaze on the inside.
I was never a fan of Kinkade’s paintings, but I read an interview he gave regarding his “painter of light” status.
He said that when he was a child his mom worked late. After walking home past houses with lights on and families together, he would come home to his dark empty house. He longed to be greeted by family and light. He painted what he desired but never had.