"Lights are always a favorite subject of mine, especially when they seem to beckon me towards a cozy setting. The lights along this walkway not only beckon, they light the way, which is especially needful for steps that, in typical English fashion, seem as irregular as the ground they traverse.
— Thomas Kinkade"
The lit path in the title of this botch is not even a path. It's a walkway. One that SEEMS higher than the ground it's on, as though there is a space under each block or slab or whatever those things are. It appears to ascend to a place higher than the bottom of the door. It also seems half again as wide as the door. The front cottage seems to bend backwards away from the viewer, like the blue roof is a hat that is falling off sideways. The omnipresent lampost seems to have a bow in it. The front chimney seems to lean to the right. Continued viewing of "the path" that is not a path makes it levitate higher and higher off the earth. It's almost actually magical, which Thomas Kinkade would be delighted to hear me saying, but, "Thom"?....it's magical in a sort of erroneous way: it's your shitty training and your fucked-up color sense and major faults in technique that creates this druggie fucked up apparition. I like when he says "Lights are always a favorite subject of mine..." Is he a master of understatement or what? LIGHTS ARE A FUCKING OBSESSION MONOMANIA AND NOT VERY WELL-RENDERED GLARING FAULT OF YOURS, REMBRANDT!!
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