Who are my heroes? Well, let me show you ...
13. Thomas Kincade, 54, January 19, 1958 - April 6, 2012:
Painter; American painter; acute intoxication and Valium overdose
You either loved this guy or you hated him, for any number of reasons. That my mother loves his art should naturally and logically predispose me to loathe this man's art. But I do not. Alright, the guy wasn't exactly highbrow, but who cares: he created art for the masses. And some of it was quite good.
I admit that I dismissed him, at first, as an opportunistic hack, pimping his art to become a multi-millionaire. But, you know what? More power to him. Would that we all could be so lucky and savvy.
He was essentially a modern-day Norman Rockwell without the talent. Much of his art was stylized and idealized with surreal colors and gauzy light. Imagine bubblegum pop music rendered via a painter's palette and you pretty much get the feel of it. Basically, he was a creator of visual guilty pleasures. And how many of you have one (or more) of his prints in your home? C'mon, 'fess up.