It’s no secret that I LOVED watching Bob Ross on PBS as a kid. I even talked about it in this post. He came on in the late morning/early afternoon after the kids cartoons were over, and I watched him all the time. It provided me endless amazement that he could take an empty canvas, and half an hour later end up with a beautiful little scene that seemed almost magical in it’s effortlessness.
Bob Ross never struggled. He never got frustrated. He never scowled at his painting or threw down a brush and abandoned his canvas for three weeks. Happy little trees. Happy little clouds. Happy, happy. He was always gentle and pleasant and calming, and even though landscape paintings tend to bore me, I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for watching Bob Ross.