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Two seperate people brought the same hideous Thomas Kinkade print into our shop today. Upon seeing the unwrapped one, I hissed and shrank back, then when I got close enough to actually read the print at the bottom of the piece, I saw his name on it. I didn't recognize it immediately because it wasn't a painting of a Hellfire engorged woodland cottage, but someone I instinctively knew his work was somewhere near me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. And my intuition was right! |
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This one was a sappily and poorly rendered American flag, flapping in the wind, seemingly floating somewhere in that harbour next to New York. I say "floating" because you could see all of New York in the background and it wasn't readily apparent what the flagpole was attached to. The flag looked more like it had been slept in, trampled on, and then covered in lint, than the smooth appearance typically exhibited by taut flags being whipped about. The pathetic eagle atop the flagpole looked like it was made of brown Play-Doh by a five year old, and a chubby Statue of Liberty stood across the water. I had first cringed at the stupidly patriotic, "inspiring" artwork, but to see Kinkade's name on it -- that was just more than I could stand. One of the other employees picked the damned thing up and chased me around the shop with it because I refused to let it touch my skin (and certainly I wasn't going to frame it.) I figured the butthead just took advantage of current sentiments to release one of his older "patriotic" paintings at an opportune time, but then one of the other employees pointed out that the Twin Towers were missing from the New York skyline. He didn't waste any time with that one! I don't care if there was a Salvation Army logo on the bottom or not, this is just another case of someone using other people's misfortune to get their name out there. And quite frankly, it's a name I'm tired of hearing and seeing. I'm sick of car dealers, furniture stores, department stores and everyone else cramming stars and stripes down our throats and using nationalism and patriotism (which are disgusting enough on their own, especially in the excess we have seen lately) to sell crap and make more money. Of course, I might be onto something here. Isn't America about rampant capitalism anyway? Maybe it is our patriotic "duty" to spend money. But you could at least waste money on something better than a crappy Kinkade print. If you want to donate to charity, then give them money and buy art that doesn't suck. Sometimes I hate my job. Mostly I hate Thomas Kinkade, though. |