A reader added the passing of Thomas Kincade “painter of light” … “the most collected artist in America” … to the expiration of Marshall and Porsche last week. I reckon, from a dollars-in-the-bank perspective, that Kincade ranks. Surprise I know, but I don’t own any Kincades. And now of course, they’ll be out of my reach financially. Alas. Alas. Alas.
Here’s the reader’s comment…“And now, Thomas Kincade. Say what you will, the guy was 54 and the Times figures it quite likely that his artwork hung in one home in 20 in this country. Not everybody respects Ralph, either. Not everybody admires Ray Kroc or Walt Disney. One in Twenty.
Never mind that he was 54 and died of apparently natural causes.
Vince Van Gawk”
And here’s my response... “AnonThomasKincadeVanGawk…all I can say for Kincade is that he laughed all the way to the bank. When I ponder him and his “work”… I come up with a bad mosh pit of televangelism and that white guy with the big teased out Afro who in the 70’s had that show on Public Television where he taught budding artists how to paint tacky-ass pictures. Light one up. For Kincade.”
My condolences to his wife and daughters. Kincade, it seems to me, got all caught up in the typical—almost boilerplate script of money, fame and ego. My bias nets the Kincade life journey out to have been a bad hook up between BennieHinn and Mark Kostabi.
Onward. Without Light.