A Dirty Little Secret. No I Am Not Ashamed.

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.