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Apr. 7th, 2003 03:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishMy father seems to have somewhat dubious taste in art. Witness the three gigantic pseudo-pointillist paintings he bought at a display outside the grocery store a couple of years ago. I think they were supposed to be Thomas Kincaide rip-offs - two were some sort of blooming garden landscapes, and one was of the Notre Dame cathedral. He gave that one to my brother ("What am I going to do with thing!" my ungrateful bother whispered to me later, out of earshot. "It's grotesque!" I think it's in his closet). George Seraut they are not - they're the sort of thing you usually see bought in bulk and hung on motel room walls. But he likes them, so I don't have much say in what goes on wall in his den.
So when he told me he was considering buying a painting with some of money my grandmother left him, I was a little alarmed. When he told me it was a Thomas Kincaide painting, I groaned under my breath. When these things first started appearing, they had their charm, but over the last 10 years or so, the lit-from-within English cottages, gardens and villages are getting a little old. Not that I'm disparaging an artist making a living from his craft, but it seems like there's a point when it becomes a formula. The point is I see it everywhere, it's become a fad, and I'm tired of it. Especially when he started coming out with his little books of Christian inspirational messages. Ah well - you make what's in demand I guess.
This one was different, though. It was a seascape of a rough ocean nearing sunset, with a single sailboat, with the trademark light shining from portholes, and sun breaking through gaps in the clouds and reflecting off the waves. No land or even glowing lighthouse in sight. However, I noticed for as rough as the weather and as strong as the wind was in the painting, the boat did not appear to be in any difficulty (it didn't even look wet), and the person piloting it was not even in foul weather gear. I can't help but wonder if Mr. Kincaide has ever spent any time on a boat? Then again, all my time at sea has been on much larger vessels.
I gave my dad my "ok, I can live with it" and my input on frames ("please no gold leaf"), and while he was having his order written up by the saleslady, who kept spouting things like "luminous painters" and "artist's proofs" and "hand-applied highlights", I dashed (well, maybe plodded is a better word, as I was lugging Avalon with me) upstairs to Suncoast to check out the DVDs. The ones I had in mind were more expensive than I counted on. After playing ring around the video rack with Avalon and almost grabbing her a little Wendy keychain (from Bob the Builder - she had a tool belt and everything), I checked out the clearance rack in the back. And lo and behold, I now am the proud owner of a blue "monkeys on my butt" DBZ baseball shirt, just like you, Onna! Whee! It was 1/2 off! I've been coveting one for a couple of years now.
So we both got our versions of artwork. Mine is no less commercial (well, probably even more), but at least I can wear it.
So when he told me he was considering buying a painting with some of money my grandmother left him, I was a little alarmed. When he told me it was a Thomas Kincaide painting, I groaned under my breath. When these things first started appearing, they had their charm, but over the last 10 years or so, the lit-from-within English cottages, gardens and villages are getting a little old. Not that I'm disparaging an artist making a living from his craft, but it seems like there's a point when it becomes a formula. The point is I see it everywhere, it's become a fad, and I'm tired of it. Especially when he started coming out with his little books of Christian inspirational messages. Ah well - you make what's in demand I guess.
This one was different, though. It was a seascape of a rough ocean nearing sunset, with a single sailboat, with the trademark light shining from portholes, and sun breaking through gaps in the clouds and reflecting off the waves. No land or even glowing lighthouse in sight. However, I noticed for as rough as the weather and as strong as the wind was in the painting, the boat did not appear to be in any difficulty (it didn't even look wet), and the person piloting it was not even in foul weather gear. I can't help but wonder if Mr. Kincaide has ever spent any time on a boat? Then again, all my time at sea has been on much larger vessels.
I gave my dad my "ok, I can live with it" and my input on frames ("please no gold leaf"), and while he was having his order written up by the saleslady, who kept spouting things like "luminous painters" and "artist's proofs" and "hand-applied highlights", I dashed (well, maybe plodded is a better word, as I was lugging Avalon with me) upstairs to Suncoast to check out the DVDs. The ones I had in mind were more expensive than I counted on. After playing ring around the video rack with Avalon and almost grabbing her a little Wendy keychain (from Bob the Builder - she had a tool belt and everything), I checked out the clearance rack in the back. And lo and behold, I now am the proud owner of a blue "monkeys on my butt" DBZ baseball shirt, just like you, Onna! Whee! It was 1/2 off! I've been coveting one for a couple of years now.
So we both got our versions of artwork. Mine is no less commercial (well, probably even more), but at least I can wear it.
