“We go there to experience the loss of all that we behold.”

Perhaps the saddest reality is that millions of people inflict this “gift” upon their children, completely unaware that by cherishing unreality they have lost something infinitely more valuable than the boatload of money they paid.

Kincaid is an artist for better or worse in the eye of the beholder. It’s not as if he created the idol worship people have for his paintings and products.

Comparing paintings you did not paint. Judging how others make a living. Can you find anything good to say? Why don’t you celebrate his success and wish him well instead.

No artist no matter what our medium is paying you any attention anyway. We know better.

A pregnant sentence, coupled with Kinkade’s popularity in the market. It’s edifying to be challenged or inspired, but there’s a greater need for simple comfort.

Sometimes to comfort can be a vice, as if one were to twist “To comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable.” As “Afflict the afflicted, and comfort the comfortable.”

If one were to imagine the millions who buy Kinkade’s paintings as a loathsome bourgeois who are in need of remedial discomfort, well then he’ll bring a sneer or a sigh.

I don’t own any of his paintings, nor am I drawn to them. Yet, I can see that someone could find in them a small respite from the common driving life. I won’t begrudge anyone that.

At what price though? Is it worth it to gain the world (safety and prosperity) but lose our soul?
We (Western Civ.) are a society of people so out of touch with our souls our families are falling apart all around us and we can’t even see it.

Don’t get me wrong, I am for Western Civilization, I just think we have lost touch with the realities around us.

I am the farthest thing from an art critic/expert, I am usually the one who will buy what looks pleasing to the eye, but I so much appreciate Joe and the comments following for challenging me to look further.