To induce vomiting.
For the only halfway-decent painting of his that I ever saw he was cribbing off one of the Hudson River School painters.
His assembly-line operation had him adding a few daubs of paint to these manufactured copies so they could be called “original” works.
Not that that makes him any worse than Andy Warhol, but still...
I loved this photoshop contest at somethingawful.
My favorite...sort of a pastiche of every Kinkade ever produced:
Years ago when he first came on the scene, I fell in love with a few of his paintings, especially the ones with gates or paths. I have a thing for wrought iron and gates especially. Anyway, once his art went “viral” and you could not only buy a bazillion paintings but it was on blankets, mugs, calendars, coasters, etc., that was just way too schlocky for me. I have one small picture, which is just a card I framed - about 3 x 5 (of a gate, natch.). I agree with what you say. Meanwhile, there are a lot of very famous “painters” who stink in other ways.
I like his paintings. I know they are nothing more than a softened, idealized look at the world. I just find that appealing to the eye, and I don't really care if there is a deeper message within the painting.
I wish he was as idealized as his paintings. Apparently he is not. But when I look at his paintings, I see he paintings, not him. (And I see a lot of memories of time spent in England - scenic countrysides and beautiful villages.)