My recent artistic adventures have me pining away for my childhood memories of the lovely Bob Ross. I remember watching him on PBS; I would sit through entire episodes. His paintings were better than magic because somehow you got to see how he did it. Or– it was that I was in some sort of a conscious-coma being lulled into this half-sleep by his hypnotic voice laced with subliminal messages every time he said the word happy. Either way, it was a good time.
I may just have to add his “starter kit” to my (not-so-realistic) wish list. Move over Monet — happy trees are taking over!