The Kinkade Creed

"Family And Faith

A devoted husband and doting father to their four daughters, Kinkade strives to lead a balanced life, committed to family values. Kinkade creatively fills his paintings with "love notes" by hiding the letter "N" in his paintings as tribute to his wife, Nanette. His daughters also find their own messages of love from their father as their names and images often appear in many of his paintings.

Kinkade credits the Lord for both the ability and the inspiration to create his paintings. His goal as an artist is to touch people of all faiths, to bring peace, and joy into their lives through the images he creates. The letters he receives every day testify to the fact that he is achieving this goal."

This is one of the positive, Goebbels-like, propaganda utterances on the Thomas Kinkade site. He actually, Lucifer-like, credits the Diety - in this case, Yahweh, the God of Moses, the Father of the Messiah Jesus, the Creator of the universe - with his own unyeilding need to sin against aesthetics, beauty, wholesomeness, joy, art, and his relentless dedication to creative acts most foul and artistic behaviors most unnatural. In other words, he blames God for his own sins. And then, knowing no limits and obeying no sane or decent constraints, he hauls his innocent, unsuspecting wife, and his stainless, unsuspecting children, into his slathered universe of hogslop paintings and vile aborted landscapes of
creative perversion. Nothing stops him. His crimes and felonies multiply themselves before our eyes and ears and all of our senses. The paintings aren't bad enough, he runs to push his family into the frames, to embed them there, like bodies in cement barrels, to sink, not into the sea, but into the History of Bad Art. Forever. For a thousand eternities of unending punishment and hell. Oh, villain most foul: what evil have these innocents done to you or anyone else to deserve this treatment? Ha: he will be slow to answer truthfully. For they have done nothing to deserve it. Why hide them, Tom? Why hide them inside the pictures via bits and pieces of cryptographic lettering? Why not just impale them, whole and entire, in their own dripping flesh and blood, onto the canvases? Just flay them alive and use their own skin in the pictures!! At least then at some point they would return to the dust from which they were made!! But, no, you have to paint their names into the canvases so that they will last as long as the pestilent houses do. MONSTER!!!