happy memories

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!

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