“How incredibly ridiculous that less than fifty years after the USA wrestled claim on epicenter of the art world away from the French and their Paris—the famous City of Light—that we’d then abused this privilege to such an exceptional degree, we used it as an entry into shopping malls. We created a series of stale and anonymous cathedrals to Thomas Kinkade and his cartoony aberrations of candlelight and fire art—The painter of ghastly light. Only in America could we work so very hard to push sophistication aside in favor of the country bumpkin, all to the sound of cash registers and their reassuring cha-ching.”
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