Either the term 'art' is more exclusive than I think or what I enjoy is not art.

I don't have a Kinkade and I don't spend time scrutinizing his depictions on the many calendars, ads and blurbs of all kinds. However, that said, I do have three framed photos on my wall that I have no doubt belong in Kinkade's class.
One is of a house tucked into woodland with a mossy path leading around the curve; it is Autumn and the colors are rich. Another photo/painting is of a cottage perched above a rocky stream while the last is a different view of the same scene, taking one's eye from the stream up slabs of stone to the cottage above.
They are not "art", I'm sure, but for me, they'll do until the real thing comes along.

It is kind of like saying/believing that the sound one gets from a guitar, fiddle or banjo is not actually music at all.