There was a great Kinkade thread in the poe-news comments where the poster described how is father new Kinkade and described what an ass he was...
I hold a candle for you, poe-news.
That wasn't my thread, but I have heard the same from my mom knowing him through the fine art show circuits. literally upon meeting he suggested she meet him in his room later, with my stepdad right next to them. They encountered each other many various times after that as well, as he was unavoidable in that scene. My grandmother, after hearing my moms stories, still always begged her to get a personalized autographed print.
Wasn't that the same thread in which a POEN user did a photoshop of Kinkade's NASCAR painting so that there was a nuclear explosion going off and burning all the people or something like that?
I worked as a journeyman picture framer for two years. I had this conversation multiple times. I didn't slam the door or anything. The thing is that the Thomas Kinkade fan wasn't even the worst sort of would-be art collector, it was always the person who was dead determined that their antique produce box labels were directly equivalent to large amounts of gold.
The most interesting thing I ever framed was several letters from Abraham Lincoln, although I was TERRIFIED of screwing that job up.
The worst was probably the guy who wanted his copy of Rubber Soul framed, but also wanted a way to be able to pull it out so he could still play it "from time to time". I had to explain that, while this was conceivably possible, it would utterly defeat the purpose of a frame.
Another winner was the guy who wanted a 9' by 12' (yes, feet) Pulp Fiction poster framed in museum glass, with silvered Italian frame, and was shocked, SHOCKED, when the price came up to somewhere around 00.
Fuck Thomas Kinkade.
Shove those begonias right back up your sunny asshole, kinkade.
|Binro the Heretic |
Holy shit, he's dead at 54?
I'll bet ten bucks it was a heart attack brought on by years of snorting coke.
I wouldn't be surprised if some other factors were involved, but I know that he was a pretty notorious alcoholic.
That's the part about his career I find the most impressive: That he somehow managed to still move this junk and sell to highly devout people while still apparently being a royal jackass and just about the opposite of what his audience thought he was.
It's a bit like Charlie Sheen being the pastor of his own megachurch full of parishioners that assume it's just powdered sugar down the front of his shirt.
Please be heart attack brought on by erectile disorder medication during an illicit tryst with a married woman...please be heart attack brought on by erectile disorder medication during an illicit tryst with a married woman...
|asian hick |
|Jet Bin Fever |
Aww, when I said in Gatlinburg recently that I wish he would be forced to stop "painting", I mean that I just wish he had lost his hands in a wheat threshing accident while studying the light of a nearby farmhouse or something.
Now who will render NASCAR in such in loving detail?
I guess they could hire that one artist who recently painted Obama pointing at a burning copy of the constitution. I bet the audiences for both topics are similar.
|Billy the Poet |
Jesus, falling out of my chair , here.
I had no idea poe was populated with this many unsuccessful, bitter, artists.
I never said that, and you never said that you weren't.
How could you NOT come to that conclusion? We wear it on our fucking sleeves, our tear-dampened, student-grade-paint-bespattered sleeves.
He's hated because he painted pretty cottages in oils as opposed to unicorns raping Jesus in human feces.
His company just raped the owners of his "galleries," most of which went out of business long ago.
The man made millions making things that were to art as stuff on the Hallmark channel is to classic cinema. Selling crap to suckers is the American way.
Yes, hitting on my mom in front of my dad totally was alright of him, and my failed artistic endeavors are the only reason I dislike the man.
I run a florist and every year for Christmas (and Easter, but not this year, mysteriously!) Teleflora would have some sort of stupidass arrangement with an ugly, tacky as hell Thomas Kinkade keepsake in it that's hand painted and sings/lights up.
Anyway, these things were always notoriously difficult to make, and to get delivered in one piece, as they were always ridiculously heavy, almost to the point the rest of the arrangement would fall apart under the keepsake's weight. Naturally, said arrangements with Kinkade keepsakes in them were ridiculously expensive (the one pictured, for example, sold for 0) and almost everyone who ordered them would either complain that the arrangement was overpriced (then why the fuck'd you buy it?) or would claim their keepsake didn't work because they were too stupid to flip the power switch on the back.
Long story short, I'm not overly sad about Mr. Kinkade's death by "natural causes" at age 54.
You play with flowers for a living...
You pretend to be a soldier for a living...
Nope. I'm not a designer, and have never made a flower arrangement in my life. I hire people to make arrangements, and hire other people to deliver them. I simply get to call myself owner and deal with all the tax and liability bullshit and make a modest (that's being kind for a florist) profit.
And I already did my four years in the Armed Forces (Navy here), thank you very much.
So, basically, the lady has had a longer and more glorious military history than Cena, and a firmer grasp of capitalism to boot.
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