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April 9, 2012 in Art, Color, Gardens, Gothic, Opinion | Tags: bad, cartoonline, Christian, cloying, color, fairytale, Gothic, Kinkade, kitsch, Landscape, obituary, painter, Painting, Thomas, Treacle | by Wayne | 4 comments
Thomas Kinkade “Painter of Light” died Friday (April 6, 2012) in Los Gatos, California at the age of 54. Kinkade was one of the world’s most successful artists with a business empire said to generate over 100 million dollars a year (at least back in the boom days before the recession). In order to produce his vast cannon of work, he painted swiftly with a somewhat cartoony impressionist shorthand style, and then reproduced his work through a wide range of technologies. Copies of his paintings were available in every price grade: if one was unable to buy original artworks, there were (and are) an endless choice of hand-signed lithographs, high-tech canvas prints, posters, printed materials (calendars, cards, books, etc.), as well as plates, sculptures, clocks, and on and on. All of this was available through multiple sales channels including the internet, catalogs, galleries, and a line of brick-and-mortar stores. Kinkade was a uniquely American artist who took William Turner’s famous sobriquet “Painter of Light” and literally trademarked it as his own.
Although he frequently suffered the scorn of art critics, Kinkade was upbeat about his work, which he regarded as a means to create a pleasant emotional experience for the widest possible audience. The subjects of his paintings include idealized cottages, gardens, small towns, and churches–all of which are bathed in a fluorescent haze. The tiny cottages glow with nostalgic perfection and the June gardens are forever soaked in the hues of sunset. Joan Didion, an essayist who explores the interplay between aesthetics and morality in contemporary American society did not seem to regard Kinkade very highly, yet she wrote the most evocative description of his art:
A Kinkade painting was typically rendered in slightly surreal pastels. It typically featured a cottage or a house of such insistent coziness as to seem actually sinister, suggestive of a trap designed to attract Hansel and Gretel. Every window was lit, to lurid effect, as if the interior of the structure might be on fire.
Thomas Kinkade did not usually paint people in his works. The majority of his canvases display obvious hints of life, but the inhabitants themselves are missing. Religious iconography however is much in evidence and Kinkade frequently talked about his oeuvres in context of his Christianity.
Stepping beyond Kinkade’s obvious and remarkable business genius, his work does seem to directly touch the nostalgic, religious, avaricious wellspring of American sentiment. It is not for Ferrebeekeeper to judge the quality of his art [ good, we would have to fend off a libel suit from his estate--ed.]; instead, as is traditional on this blog, we judge his work solely on the gothic elements therein—and these are plentiful! Underneath the colorful candy-floss veneer there is a gothic heart. The little bungalows and miniature mansions sitting in the deserted suburbs share architectural kinship with the glowering ruins painted by Caper David Friedrich. The treacle gardens and empty town squares betray a similarity with churchyards and standing stones of German romanticism. Didion is fundamentally right with her Hansel and Gretel metaphor—there is a fairy tale lurking in Kincaid’s work (and under his highly successful life). What happens to Hansel and Gretel in our world of melting mortgages, outsourced jobs, and ecological havoc is far from clear, but it is worth pausing a moment to remember Thomas Kinkade, the warlock who stole Turner’s epithet and ruined Monet’s style in order to spin a river of gold from candy houses.