"Peacefulness and tranquility are such precious commodities. As I look upon the undisturbed waters surrounding Nanette's Cottage, I am reminded of simpler times in my own life. Some sixteen years ago I had the chance to lead a quieter existence - some might even say that it was during this period that I first learned the serenity that has become the essence of my art. It was during an extended stay in southern England that I first discovered that life moved at a kinder and gentler pace for those who would seek it. Our evening walks as a young family often led us to the cottages that lined the meandering stream at the center of our village. It was on one such walk that I discovered a cottage that in my mind would always be linked to my life partner, Nanette. "I would love to live in a cottage like that someday" Nanette had remarked at the time. Now, as we prepare for our 27th anniversary and the advent of my wife's birthday, I at long last give to Nanette the gift of that cottage as in years past I have given painted cottages to my children.
Surrounding Nanette's Cottage are the distinguishing elements of the good life: an enduring faith as symbolized by the spire in the distance, physical recreation as symbolized by the row boat with its proud sailor aboard (Nanette's childhood teddy bear); and the glowing lights from within the cottages symbolizing the pleasures of hearth and home. Here is a place for all to rest from life's toils. Perhaps, like me, you long for such places as the seasons of life get busier and more filled with stress. Here then is a resting place for all who long for simpler times.
- Thomas Kinkade"
It's good to know that this son of a bitch's life is going so well even though he is the most hideous painter making more than 100 dollars a year on his sales in history. It is especially heart warming to know that he is aware how important the details of his evenly-keeled emotional states are to YOU. Because he is going to never stop telling you about them. They add so much to his art, don't you think?....hearing him speak as vapidly and pastily as he paints. Well, let's take a look at Nanette's Cottage, shall we? As we gaze relaxingly through the green and red and orange and blue and grey and yellow and brown and ocre and maroon and violet and tan trees, we see that the sun is still somewhat high above the horizon and yet all the lights are on in Nanette's Cottage. Fortunately she can afford the light bill, her husband is a trillionaire selling shitty paintings inspired by Jesus. If this is true Jesus is one fucked-up connoisseur of art. If this is true Jesus really needs to get himself into a remedial fine arts program and try and shake the shit out of his system. I THINK we are supposed to assume that electricity is not really the light source in the cottage or even in the invisible village in the distance with the Gothic cathedral, the steeple of which rises 5,000 feet into the sky. Which means that fire is the light source in all the rooms with windows. We are supposed to look at the lights in the windows of this cottage and wish we were inside, which would EXPLAIN Kinkade's insistence upon painting hellish exteriors that would frighten a werewolf into galloping away into a dark forest of death and despair in order to lift his spirits. I am not sure that is in fact his motive, to get the viewer to want to flee inside the house rather than stay outside, but it would, like I say, explain the gruesomeness of the outside areas a little. But I don't think Mr. Kinkade is really that satirically alert. I have a good radar system for satire myself and I don't really see any satire at work here in the OUVRE of Thomas Kinkade. I see only calculated crap at work here in the ouvre of Thomas Kinkade.
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