When Thomas Kinkade died in 2012, on Good Friday, from an overdose of alcohol and Valium, I happened to be in art school, a short-lived stint in which I primarily learned how to bullshit. This death had a funny affect on me—not sadness, something else; four days before, I’d posted a tweet calling him the greatest conceptual artist of all time, a claim I…
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