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.)
If I had the dough I’d sponsor a “Not Kinkade” exhibit, featuring works exploring the exact same themes, only by REAL artists, from John Constable to John Henry Twatchman.