Bob Ross, master of happiness.

I have tried to paint. I was forced to. I had to paint a series of things for a very torturous class named 2D Art. I hated it with a passion. I hate paint, plain and simple, due to the fact that there is no eraser, no hide-able layers, no back or undo button. I just can't stand it. I also am horrible at it, as you might guess.

That is not to say that I don't like paintings, or painters. I absolutely adore well painted drawings, I just can't bring myself to even consider doing it.

With that said, I was directed to a series of Bob Ross, The Joy of Painting episodes ("happy trees" guy) that had been amassed on YouTube. I watched a couple of them, and I found myself simultaneously blown away with the simplicity and ease with which he creates these paintings, and disgusted with how pathetic it makes my attempts seem.

I always remember laying on the floor as a youngster, amazed at how flawlessly and easily this big hairy man paints the boughs of trees so happily, and be inspired to work my own creative genuis, in my own way, in legos. Maybe he's part of the reason that I've got my own bodily hair collection these days...

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