A little piece of me is about to die inside just from linking to this, but here goes…
Thomas Kinkade has stooped to a new low by painting a visual cacophony of radioactive pastels into the form of the Daytona 500.
(via Chris. Thanks, I think…)
happy to share the agony.
Dude…I so want one…like really…and by one I mean….a bullet in my brain.
For years, middle class Americans have tried to distance themselves from their redneck pasts. Unable to afford genuine fine living, they have basked in the radioactive glow of Thomas Kinkade and his candy-coated prints, fighting against admitting that he and his “art” are like the witch who gave Hansel and Gretel candy so she could eat them like boiled pigs.And now he gives you this–this link-back to the sweaty simpleton inside, sort of like saying “this is who you really are, and I’m done putting the glitter in your slug-trail of a life.”Ever the poet of death, Kinkade here masters the form.