An Open Invitation to the Painter of Light
Tommy‘s been my favorite contemporary artist for quite some time, but it wasn’t until reading this today that I really grew a true respect for the man rather than the artist:
In sworn testimony and interviews, they recount incidents in which an allegedly drunken Kinkade heckled illusionists Siegfried & Roy in Las Vegas, cursed a former employee’s wife who came to his aid when he fell off a barstool, and palmed a startled woman’s breasts at a signing party in South Bend, Ind.
And then there is Kinkade’s proclivity for “ritual territory marking,” as he called it, which allegedly manifested itself in the late 1990s outside the Disneyland Hotel in Anaheim.
“This one’s for you, Walt,” the artist quipped late one night as he urinated on a Winnie the Pooh figure, said Terry Sheppard, a former vice president for Kinkade’s company, in an interview.
We can always use more original artwork in the OC, and I know I can always stand to have a little more light glinting off my soul. If it all falls down, you know you have a home here at Oregon, Tommy. We will have to ask you to stop groping women, of course.
SWEET MUDFLAPS OF JESUS!!
My day has officially been made.
No one who paints that shit could have a soul.