Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Who Was Thomas Kincade?

                                                                    
                                                        Who Was Thomas Kincade?

                                                     January 19, 1958 - April 6, 2012

             Thomas Kincade, called the Painter of Light, became famous for his paintings with glowing hihglights and beautiful pastel colors.
              He drew many of his inspirations from his hometown of Placerville when he painted streets and snow scenes.
              He loved to paint idyllic settings such as gardens, streams, stone cottages and lighthouses.
              Before his death Thomas Kincade was claimed to be "the most-collected living artist" of America.
              It was estimated that 1 of every 20 American homes owned one of his paintings.
              Even with his popularity and talent Thomas Kincade received much criticism from the fine-art world. They complained about the extent that he had commercialized his art.
              Harsh critiques called his paintings, "chocolate box art," and "mall art."
              In 2001, Kinkade said, "I am really the most controversial artist in the world."
                       
                       It makes me wonder... did such criticism have a dark influence in the painter's life?
                     
                       What drove this talented painter off the path, and into the life of addiction that brought his demise?    
                                          COMING HOME ...    (for him and for me.)           
                                                    by Amarilys G. Rassler                                  
                       Coming home                                                 
                       to myself,

                                                            A place in the woods,
                                                            with hope colored-trees
                                                            for the multiple mees,
                                                            to climb and be free.

                                        Coming home
                                        to myself,

            Finding Peace on The Way,
            Knowing Light draweth near,
            Drying fast every tear.

                     Coming home
                         to myself,

             Sensing Love's tender tap,
             As He extends me His map,

                 Where cottage divine
                   with sparkles of light,
                       Embraced by The Vine,
                                                                
                                                             Awaits to be mine.
                                                          
                                                                              Coming home....

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