You wanna know a little secret?
I’m a Bob Ross fan.
This man relaxes me. His voice is soothing and his happy trees and happy little mountains calm me.
There was a time in my life, not too many moons ago, when I DVR’d old Bob Ross episodes.
If you go to his website at bobross.com, you can buy the whole collection for only $1,400.00.
Yes I know people make fun of his hair, his words, his ways, but I don’t care. Me and Bob are tight.
I’m not an artist. I would never in my life claim to be. I’d like to be, but it’s not my talent.
I won’t ever be a supermodel either. Big deal.
He uses a wet-on-wet technique where he covers his canvas with a color and then paints right on top of that.
Once I bought a Bob Ross painting kit from a craft store, laid an old shower curtain down on my living room carpet, and painted a picture following along with him on a DVD. Pause. Paint. Play. Pause. Paint. Play. Pause. Paint. Play.
It sucked. The blue was too blue, the mountains were about 3 different colors, the river was too wide, but for my first time ever, I guess it wasn’t too shabby.
The next time I tried to paint, it didn’t go so well, so I threw a little temper tantrum and ended up scribbling all over the canvas, then hauling it to the dumpster in the alley. I’m getting mad again just thinking about it.
I haven’t tried to paint since.
Even though I am not an artist, and I have taken a vow to not buy any new clothes all year, I think I’m going to break my resolution just once.
I must have this shirt. I must.
And while I’m at it, I might as well buy this one too.
It’s good advice.