There must be Christmas card artists that wanted to kill this guy. He was painting in their genre and making a fortune and they were lucky to get any of theirs exhibited on a Hallmark card.    He was rolling in dough and there were barely getting by. And many of them were far better artists then he was but they didn't have his marketing savvy. He was a shyster in just about every sense of the word.

Yeah, okay, if people enjoyed his stuff then what's the harm? But people enjoy "Bachelor" and "Jersy Shore" but that doesn't make it great television. The masses are largely stupid--especially in America. So if you want to be their artist, it means you paint crap. And I'm wondering how many of these dopes think their paintings are worth something now that Kinkade is dead. Here's what they're worth: Nothing. There's so many of them and so many prints--litterally tens of millions--they'll never be worth anything. 500 years from now they'll still be worth nothing. Moreover, many of these paintings are not painted by him from what I understand. They were students and other artists hired to assist in this forgery mill. Then he'd put his name on them and off to the galleries they go.

He was no Maxfield Parrish or Norman Rockwell. Those men had real talent even if their subject matter wasn't always all that serious. Kinkade was a nothing more than a Christmas card artist con man. So if you bought one--sure--be happy with it and be happy with the fact that you're also an idiot.