Jerome Bixby, I’m pretty sure it was. Fantastic piece of writing.
Kincaid, a fantastic piece of selling, until the ceiling fell in.
I’m sure it was very very good!
William Alexander.
How you like Pooh now, Tommy? What? Oh, you ain’t got shit to say? Yeah, I thought so. Dead-ass schlock-paintin’ mother fucker.
I honestly don’t konw. We have a few paintings that are schlock just to have something on the walls. Was he the guy that did those paintings of houses where he would paint your last name on the mailbox?
His stuff looks like Lisa Frank’s trapper keepers.
And at any given time, a certain number of U.S. homes have a toilet overflowing with shit.
(Yes, I’m an artist.)
I have to admit, this guy could absolutely corner the market in black velvet art.
Hey, Lisa Frank was the shit back in grade school. Don’t be hatin’.
My thought EXACTLY!
You guys and ladies scare me.
Quasi
I had to google, not being familiar with his work. Every single image that came up looks like a cristmas card. Kitschy for the most part but there are some pretty images. Although I can’t imagine somebody framing one of these and hanging it on their wall.
Unless you’ve already got dogs playing poker, then it’s OK.
Since I’m as much a nobody as those who liked his work, I’ll wait for an artist or art critic I respect to find something redeemable in him. William de Kooning had some kind words to say about Norman Rockwell (or perhaps de Kooning wished he could say out loud that Rockwell’s JFK was better than DeKooning’s ex-wife’s JFK). But I think he’ll be a quaint curiosity, along with McMansions and Blues Travellers as “Clinton/Bush-era” cultural clues.
THAT’S the association I was trying to remember! Middle-school-girl Trapper Keepers. My inlaws have one of those garish sea life paintings in their house and it always reminded me of something, but I couldn’t figure out what until now.
I just found a painting he did of the gates of Graceland. Throw some “official bikini inspector” tshirts in there and there you have an American holy trifecta.
Hey, Maxfield Parrish was derided as a “commercial” painter, in his time.
Howver, in the past 30 years, Parrish has been recognized as a very talented painter, whose works are now well regarded.
Vermeer was forgotten ntil 160 years after his death-maybe Kinkaid will be recognized some day.
Of course, paintings of cottages?-maybe something else.
Kinkade painted glurge on a canvas. He’s not our style - our style is limited-edition prints of well-painted cougars.
I did love the SomethingAwful Kinkades, though. 
If I had photoshop I’d be strategically placing my artsy friends in all of his cottages. Of maybe the one with the deer and the lightning and the rainbow.
Years ago, someone gave me one of those Springbok puzzles that Hallmark used to sell - it was a 1500-piece Lassen marine painting, complete with Moorish Idols and whale. Every color of the rainbow is well-represented. The Lisa Frank Trapper-Keeper reference made me laugh - so true!
I have always thought of him as the “Aqua-Kinkade”. He is also rumored (like the real Kinkade) to be a total ass, and rumors of his hundreds of sexual conquests (both men and women) and questionable business practices (letting other artists paint 95% of the painting, he adds a couple fish, signs his name, and calls it a day) have also been reminiscent of Kinkade.
SIG LINE!!!:):):):D:D:D
Quasi