"What's up with Thomas Kinkade?"

Oh, MAN! I can't even put into words how dissapointed I am. Bleh. Thomas Kinkade is like the James Frey of the art world only he didn't use Oprah to boost his fame. He's the Donald Trump of the art community. Honestly, one has to admire him for his entrepeneurship...but as an artist, YIKES! I had no idea. The more research I did, the more demons I found. He pee'd on Winnie the Pooh, for goodness sakes! This was shortly before fondeling a woman's breasts and then claiming she wanted him to. This same man claims Christ to be the brush that guides his hand. As I caught myself being extremely critical (partly because I when I walk into a Thomas Kinkade gallery, it does create a certain happy, yet serene mood...I'll never be able to see his "art" that way again without being critical) I reminded myself that when I go to buy that fabulous sweater I've had my eye on, I don't know the ins and outs of the person who designed my pretty sweater. (nor, do I really care for that matter) Am I shocked? Definitley. I don't think I would have ever purchased one of his (or their) prints anyway. I'm more into whimsical artsy stuff, but there were a few that caught my eye...the castle print was pretty cool. I think Kinkade's target audience is pretty much people who aren't necessarily into art, but rather people who love both God and America. Let's face it, he's not in it for the passion...he's in it for the money. In the end, who am I to judge? Many people love his replicated versions of art, that's their business. I'll stick with those people who really paint for the passion of it all, not just the money, money, Moooooneeeeyyy. Two words for good ole' Mr. Kinkade: