I was reading an article by film critic A.S. Hamrah about the life and work of artist Thomas Kinkade. He would paint pictures of quaint cottages in the woods.
Hamrah noted that the bright yellow-orange light coming from every window made the houses all look like they were on fire.
So, by coincidence, I come across news of a Kincade fire in California. The name is spelled different, but I it jumped out at me. And it had this photo:
If the other colors had been sickly pastels and if you couldn't see actual flames and bellowing smoke, it would look a little like a Thomas Kinkade painting.
Kinkade mass produced so many paintings and copies of his paintings that they're worth very little now. I saw some poor devil on line who had paid six thousand dollars each for three of his paintings. Now he finds they're worth three or four hundred each.
Kinkade was under investigation by the FBI for manipulating stock prices when he died mixing Valium and alcohol. His corporation was publicly traded, but he wanted it back, so he started selling his work directly to the public at low prices undercutting his "galleries" (franchises) which people paid in some cases $180,000 to open. He was putting them out of business causing his stock prices to drop so he could buy up shares cheaply. He made a fortune but was in his 50's when alcoholism killed him.
Monday, October 28, 2019
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