Thomas Kinkade...Urinator of Light.

Yeah, another vote for Bob Ross. He was odd in a cool way.

Now let’s put a cloud in the sky. Just a little cloud up there in the sky. Where does your cloud live?

And on Kinkade: I always thought he had that look about him that he’s done/is gonna do something he shouldn’t.

From a technical standpoint, he can paint…I just wouldn’t consider him an artist.

If you’ve seen one Kinkade painting, you’ve seen 'em all.

Jake Thoene? Of course, as far as I know, Tom Clancy is Christian himself, so technically, Tom Clancy is the Christian Tom Clancy.

Most anything bought in a kincade store is a print. Some have been “touched” by an <ahem> assistant artist <ahem>. When he signs them, he visits a store or warehouse, where they must have a stack of paintings ready for him. He signs as fast as he can and goes through probably a hundred or a couple of hundred of the prints. Then he does <cough>artist touch ups<cough>. Same sort of story, but he has a paint brush and makes one or two marks on a printing before it is taken away. Oh, and the quality of the prints ain’t too good to begin with.

In short, he is not a great artist, but a fantastic business.

If you’ve seen one Kinkade painting, you’ve seen two too many.

One of my favorite vacation spots is a haven for artists. Lots of artists, lots of art galleries. I was always dismayed that among the art galleries was a Kincade mill. But last year, they were having a going out of business sale, while the galleries thrived. Hope springs eternal.

I propose we rename the practice of public urination “kinkading”.

So people criticize kinkead because he’s a popular artist, who churns ouit trite stuff? People forget that artists like Maxfield parrish and Norman Rockwell were the same way-in their day, widely derided as "hack’ artists who churned out trite subject matter. Just you wait! My Kinkaid will be worth SCADS od dough…in 2106!
As for the peeing…every artists has his ideosycracies!

I don’t know whether this thread makes me want to laugh, cry, or vomit. But the codpiece thing is hilarious.

My MIL loves Kinkade’s shit. It makes me want to tear out my own eyeballs and step on them.

Parrish and Rockwell though were actually talented, though. Even though people make fun of Rockwell, he was actually decent illustrator and he did some serious subjects (some commenting on race relations, IIRC).

Jeezus, I thought the public pissing stuff was bad.

And my favorite…My, that’s a happy little tree.

You know he doesn’t shit brown like the rest of us. It comes out shining full of rainbows and prisms and iridescent moonbeams. Probably smells like lilacs to boot.

My name is Annie, and one of my secret guilty pleasures is Glade’s Thomas Kinkade Holiday Candles.

My God, I just about retched when I read that! What a pig!

Wow. I always suspected that Kinkade was an egotistical sumbitch. From the first time I laid eyes on one of his craptastical paintings. I never suspected my jerkdar would be so on target though.

Another Bob Ross fan here. I like what garygnu said: “Ross = Happy to show you how to paint so you feel better.” But also, I loved his quiet, comforting voice that made me want him to read bedtime stories to me. How could you go to sleep stressed with his reassuring voice in your ear? I always thought that he could have had a second career as a reader for books on tape. House on Pooh Corner gets my first vote.

I liked when he used to show pictures and videos of his pet squirrels.

I could never get bored watching him, even when I was a kid. Mostly, I think, he was teaching technique. He was completely unpretentious and really nice.

Rockwell isn’t exactly a staple of art museums, but his stuff looks like Goya’s late works compared to product that Kinkade excretes.
But if you really love Kinkade, why do you settle for just owning prints when you can completely envelope yourself in the Kinkade dream?

I have no words.

I think I may have suffered irreparable brain damage from viewing some of this “art” (and I use the term loosely, indeed!) in this thread. Gah.

Maybe Kinkaid should emulate Jackson Pollock? Now THERE would be a marriage made in hell! :smack:

I heart the title of that article, and I loathe everything Kinkade does-not-quite-paint. Bastard is a great, businessman, though.