Art has had her revenge on schlock. He had so many utterly dopey paintings, such as the one below, of buildings improbably placed feet away from mountain streams (all ready to be flooded come spring thaw) with no visible means of vehicular or sometimes even pedestrian approach or parking (such as one painting of a church in a similar sylvan setting plopped down as though having been dropped into the scene from a UFO after a bizarre case of churchnapping). I’ve seen some of these paintings in person, so to speak, at Focus on the Family headquarters in Colorado as well as the for-sale-to-Kinkade-”art”-lovers-hankering-for-a-piece-of-his-talent genuine canvas-grained reproductions (in the FOTF gift shop) upon which the artist personally dabbed a bit of paint. For all of his supposed wonderful luminosity, just go to some museum such as The Art Institute of Chicago and look at real paintings by real artists who had taken the time to master technique rather than market minimum competence paintings to the masses starved by op and pop and yearning for a little representationalism.
Oh, shame on him for painting for the ‘dregs’. What a snob.
Kinkade was the Danielle Steel of painting!
I could never get past the illogic of his work. Very much like romance novels, with their formula plots recycled over and over again. I guess some people like that kind of thing. And I'll not do anything to keep it from them.
*** He had so many utterly dopey paintings, such as the one below, of buildings improbably placed feet away from mountain streams (all ready to be flooded come spring thaw)***
My thoughts exactly. I saw one of his paintings that almost made me go blind. Nice painting of a country lane going up to a bandstand. Then the path splits. The left eye wants to go left, and the right eye wants to go right. I felt cross eyed for the rest of the day.