Now, don’t you go tell me you think that Mr Kinkade’s paintings are kitsch. That’s just what the critics say, and who listens to them? It’s easy to criticize, much easier than to paint, so I will simply disregard the opinion of the critics. [Note: If you want to read what the critics have to say, you can go to the Wikipedia entry on Thomas Kinkade, and you will find plenty of it. No need to repeat it here.]
Back in the 1980s in the Metro Detroit area, we saw Thomas Kinkade paintings prominently displayed in local art galleries, and everyone ooh-ed and aah-ed and was very much impressed. Only later, when the artist marketed himself, cutting out the middle-man thereby, did the critics start their campaign.
Yes, the marketing machine that sprang up around his paintings might have made his art a bit too available, as seeing a painting printed on everything from bed sheets to pencil cases doesn’t help, but if you look at the paintings themselves, there is nothing kitschy there, only light in just the right places, and (in many cases) only places where you just want to be, period.
So today, on the first Wednesday of Advent, I am going to post a few of Thomas Kinkade’s Christmas paintings for you to enjoy and to get into the mood of this very special time of the year, these darkest weeks that lead up to the Winter Solstice, and the return of the light.
And here again to featured image: