"... and maybe in this world, there lives a little cloud..." Bob Ross intoned this on more than one Saturday mid-afternoon as I dialed the TV knob past PBS. And wouldn't you know, what started as an abstract smattering of color knifed on canvas slowly became a woodland scene with rosy sunset clouds glowing through tall dark pines.
Our little artist doesn't go in so much for representational art (or oils, thank goodness). Good thing he's got the banter and the explication down. Somewhere from rosy clouds, Bob Ross is smiling. Or maybe uttering a "silent F" of his own.
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