"My Sugar and Spice Cottages is the first collection solely devoted to "dollhouse" cottages that any little girl would love to live in - especially my own daughters, Merritt and Chandler!
- Thomas Kinkade"
Of all the Kinkade abominations, this cottage takes my prize as being by far the most foul. It isn't likely that his daughters had any more choice about whether they would actually want to live in this suffocating enclosure, as he says they do, anymore than they had a choice about their own male names. I can only guess he wants them to grow up tough, and if they survive school, having those names, I am sure they will.
This kiddie structure has creepy oilyness splashed all over its lurid surface. Any child who entered this lace-roofed, cloth-covered, deep-woods den would have to have a screw loose, and if he didn't they would all be loose when he emerged. If he emerged. If ever an artist was desperately issuing a subliminal cry for help, then he would paint this. It screams "Please keep an eye on me: I'm not sure I can hold it together much longer." You will notice that the grotesque overgrowth, present in all of his paintings, is even more menacing here. The plants, and whatever those trees are, are compressing against the squat little claustrophobic isolation tank with an added hollow enthusiasm. The house itself might be a plant, it certainly isn't masonry or any other known building material. It appears to be bizarrely-shaped clothing, or a blowup tent covered in
sound-muffling moving-mat material. John Wayne Gacey would not go in there. But Kinkade's sending his girls in. WTF????
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