Headline News: Painter of Light, Thomas Kinkade Dies, Goes Out Like a Bloated Valley of the Dolls Housefrau.
Kinkade, whose prolific works of art grace every large suburban shopping mall, Red Roof Inn, church gala and art fair in North America keeled over and died on April 6th of an acute overdose of alcohol and Valium. Jesus Christ, AA, his not yet ex-wife and his embattled business manager/accountant were nowhere to be seen as coroners wheeled his gin and tonic annointed holy vessel to the Santa Clara County morgue. The painter known for his bucolic landscapes and evangelical christian imagery was equally famous for getting drunk and urinating on a Winnie the Pooh Statue at the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim and a well publicized DUI in 2010. Booze and brushes seemed to mix easily for the popular painter who at the time of his death was separated from his wife and living with a gf in Northern California. Personally, I never ever liked his stuff and would have preferred the company of Bob Ross or Ron Popiel of RONCO Info-mercial fame. You cant just paint about the light and forget all about the dark side of the Moon. Trust me, everybody has a shadow persona and if you dont own it and express it in a way that is therapeutic and/or authentically creative, it’s gonna creep up on you like a dark fog on a night “starless and fatherless, a dark water”, as Sylvia Plath once wrote. She at least saw both sides of the duality, but like Kinkade, suffered just the same. They say his paintings are selling better now, so maybe there is some hope of a final redemption, or at least corporate solvency.