Just outta curiosity, does anybody know which character Kinkade drew on his application to the Art Institute? I’m betting it was Pepe…
BTW, Cranky…you sure got nerve crappin’ on matters o’ taste…as I recall, MMMark is a big FLW fan, eh? grin
I must have missed something. Who is this MMMark? And please don’t tell me you are trying to compare FLW to Kinkade. Without a doubt the estate of FLW has prostituted his name and images, but FLW did not set himself up as a cottage industry.
See, I don’t get this, I like his work and respect it. I think it has gone overboard with the magnets, plates, screen savers, biblical quotes…etc… The marketing aspect has gotten outta hand, I agree with ya’ll on that. Just think, he’s probably laughing all the way to the bank. He is an artist and I do respect his work. My parents bought a few original paintings from him a long time ago (before his popularity exploded). They are pretty to look at and not to mention they are now worth ten to fifteen times what my parents paid for them.
Sorry, Adam Yax…that was just an inside joke 'tween me and Cranky…
Asey: They’ve just renovated the Rothko Chapel in Houston. Normally, wild horses couldn’t drag me to a town like Houston (especially between May and September), but this IS a temptation. His black-on-black paintings are featured…for years critics thought these were a sign of depression leading to his 1970 suicide. There was a nifty article about it last week in the TIMES.
I was going to make a hilarious crack about bringing you along as my Art-date if you looked good in a leather miniskirt and heels, but then I realized that all your posts (that I’ve seen) have been gender-free, so I skipped it in case you might actually be a Girl.
Sorry, I have to ask. Is the exhibit on until September? I’d consider getting to Houston to see it.
Art is made when a person puts their heart into their work. Do you really think this guy does that?
adam: It’s not a traveling exhibition, it’s a permanent installation. Perhaps someday I will be called upon to visit Houston on a business trip or some other thing I will not have to pay for, and then the visual riches of the Rothko Chapel will be mine for the taking.
Give a listen to Morton Feldman’s fine composition Rothko Chapel, available on recordings. It’s the aural equivalent of Rothko’s paintings, and irritates the philistines nearly as much.
–Ukulele “My four-year-old KID can play the violin better than that!” Ike
Well, yes I am, and you can tell I’m over 40 because I don’t mind being called a girl. I look fabulous in leather and heels - but to a Rothko exhibit? I don’t think so. If you’ve read the thread in GD about the superiority of women, you know that we have Better Fashion Sense. My thoughts ran more to split-crotch panties and a boa.
I’m a litle reluctant to step between Uke and Aseymayo at this point, but I have a question for handy, who said,
Since this thread started, I have been trying to remember the name of the French “artist” back in the 80s who had a lot of stuff in galleries in Carmel–wasn’t there some sort of prosecution by the Feds or something about fraud, that the work really was coming from art sweatshops? The connection in my mind was that they were going for the same ridiculous sums that Kinkade’s stuff gets, and they were crap as well.
Parenthetically, I say let’s protect the art galleries in Carmel for the real stuff: reverent renditions of the 17th green!
Couple things:
Norman Rockwell: Freakin amazing painter. His stuff has been poo-poo’ed because he was an illustrator (heaven forbid) and his work largely leaned towards the sentimental. But by all rights this guy was amazing. His compositions, use of color, ability to tell a story within a picture, not to mention his technical skills… just breath taking. Watched a documentary on him recently that said a lot of people were rediscovering his work after long having been dismissed as kitch.
Thomas Kinkade: SHIT.
This guy gives real artists a bad name. The so called “lighting” in his work is so exagerated, it makes all his quaint little cottages look like they’re about to reach critical mass.
I work for a company that employs 100’s of artists, designers and cartoonists. This guy is a universal joke around here. “Painter of Light” what bullshit. What painter doesn’t paint the effects of light?! You might as well market yourself as the Musician of Notes" Consequently, many of my fellow artists have made up their own titles. Such as The Painter of Stuff and the Painter of Paint.
If you really wanna puke, go to the Precious Moments Chapel in Branson(?) MO sometime. A little church dedicated to and decorated entirely with those little onion head kids. (shudder)
Makes Mr. Light Painter look like Michaelangelo
“Since this thread started, I have been trying to remember the name of the French “artist” back in the
80s who had a lot of stuff in galleries in Carmel”
Oh him. I forgot. They refunded close to $500,000 because of him. They brought him here to show he was a real artist. They paid him about $200 per picture, & sold them for around $15,000. Had a girlfriend working in the gallery when it was happening.
Some of you should post some more links on this TK guy so you can see his work. There are some at ebay.com
Mebbe his title is all wrong…p’raps it was supposed to be “Painter - lite”…as in, just like a painter, but less!
Tell it to the older folks. My mom is 45, has great taste in fashion and everything else, but for some reason she decorates our home like the showcase for Home Interior. She buys HI framed pictures that match the sofa, which match the curtains, which match the Lazy-Boy recliners.
To give you an idea, in the dining room, the focal point is a hutch and table my stepdad made. Both a light wood (birch I think) and inlaid with teal and white tiles - sort of like the tables a Chili’s but the tiles are not patterned. The hutch has beautiful stained glass doors, all handmade by my stepdad.
My mom decides “apples” will be the theme. Apple paintings. A picture with pigs and apples frolicking joyfully together. Apple swags over the entryway. Apple dishes (not the good china, they have a grape pattern). Apple curtains over the adjoining kitchen window. Apple centerpiece on the table. Apple printed placemats and apple napkins. And if you think that’s bad, you should see what she did with tulips when we first moved into our house on Tulip Tree Court. Holy fuck.
GOD! And yet, for some reason, when she decorated our sun porch, which is all windows on three sides and runs the length of our house, she was so creative. Paintings from Aruba (parents vacation there every year) and my step-grandmother. Beautiful furniture, lovely design. Special Morrocan-style painted wall. I have no idea what possesses her to fuck up the inside of the house like that. Thank god I studied art for seven years and have some ability to decorate beyond the fruit-motif.
Fuck you Tommy Kinkade. You buy into this shit, this precious-moments-the-denim-kids-stupid-figurines-matching-lace-curtains-you-get-the-idea bullshit. Fuck you.
I have three Kinkades, and have traded up three times. Each time the dealer gives me full value, so I consider it a blue chip investment.
Well, I hope you have been keeping them in a vault so no one has to look at them. 
Hmm, having had the time to read a few more of the threads here in the Pit, I hearby rescind my ;).
You are such a :wally
Note post count.
Tymp, it was obvious to me from the content that I was encountering imposter troll shit again, so I didn’t have a millisecond of doubt that it wasn’t the real you. I’m sorry you’ve been afflicted with this pestulence.