You forgot the best part! After painting the happy little trees, he’d start painting a scrub of brush saying, “And maybe here the tree has some little friends keeping him warm. We don’t know, it’s their world.”
I still watch the reruns any chance I can. Someday I may brave the step and try some techniques he makes look so easy. The problem is, if I fuck it up, I may be discouraged from even watching anymore. I grew up affectionately thinking of him as “The Hippie Painter.” It was never derogatory, it was something I think he would have chickled at if he knew me. Man, I miss him.
BTW, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” :dubious: I can’t beleive I escaped the last 2 trips unscathed and out of the news. :eek:
Where’s the pukey smily?
Kinkade’s “art” is like the stuff you put on chocolate boxes…horrid.
He seems like he might have just the teeniest alcohol problem- what with the public urination, heckling, falling off barstools, blacking out whether he groped anyone and whatnot.
I hope his “faith” is a cynical marketing tool, because I don’t think anyone with actual conviction could be that much of an asshole.
Is Ross that white man with bushy hair(very '70’s) that I used to see sometimes on PBS? He sort of talked of techniques and colors, all while painting a mountain or a sunset. He had kind of a breathy, but gravelly voice.
I liked that guy! I didn’t see him often, but it was quite wonderful how he created such pictures–I could see that a smear of white gave dimension to the nose or whatever–I just could never replicate it. (not that I tried, but it brought back flashbacks of art class in HS). He’s dead? That’s too bad–I’d love to see reruns.
Yep, that’s the one. He was the man. Just such a soothing, happy guy. He had fun painting, and I think that’s what he was all about. I don’t mind bad art necessarily, if the artist had fun creating it.
The funny thing about him, though, was that I would watch him and admire his speed and technique etc. And just when I thought the picture was done–he would embellish all this other stuff onto it–and ruin it (for me, at least).
but he was cool. Can you imagine anything getting on the air like that today? Maybe, maybe on public access cable, but nowhere else. Too bad.
Yesterday, I got around to watching my recording of the Boondocks “Riley Was Here” episode, where a Bob Ross clone teaches art to Riley Freeman and takes him out at night, where Riley spray-paints his projects on houses. The whole time, Rossclone has his benign smile and soothing voice.
A Bob Ross clone also appeared in an episode of Doug. Doug is imagining life as an artistand his mental image is an older Doug with Ross’ hair, clothing, and mannerisms. Unfortunately, unlike Quail Man or Smash Adams, Happy Colors Doug never became a recurring character.
William (Bill) Alexander (1915, East Prussia - 1997)
“After appearing on numerous U.S. public television shows (including “The Magic World of Oil Painting” and “The Art of Bill Alexander”), Alexander became known as the “Happy Painter”.”
“Television painter Bob Ross of “The Joy of Painting” was a disciple of Alexander.”
Yeah! I was just discussing this with a friend the other day. Bob Ross was, AFAICT, doing an instructional program for untrained, wannabe amateur painters to learn a few techniques so that they might find some pleasure in creating self-satisfying paintings for themselves. He wasn’t pretending he taught at a fine art institute.
Would you put a van Gogh or a Michelangelo on a public TV show trying to instruct laypersons with little or no talent how to become a master? Or worse yet, trying to teach completely untrained “painters” how to paint a basic landscape? Of course not. You’d find a Bob Ross with his awesome 'fro.
Kinkade, OTOH, tries to actually pass his feces off as true art, and takes real money for it. Fucking blasphemy.
I personally don’t like it when people knock Pollock. For one thing, he could actually paint. For another, even when he was in the “Jack the Dripper” mode, that stuff was still lightyears ahead of a schlock like Kinkade. Knock me for it if you will, but I like Pollocks “dripper” stuff.
I’m glad I’m not the only one with a Bob Ross obsession! When I lived at home, we didn’t have cable or satellite. We had rabbit ears and got seven channels, nine on a good day. Every day about one Bob Ross would come on PBS and I loved it! I’m not a connoisseur of art by any means, but the man could paint. I loved how at the beginning it was just some random paint streaks, then in a half hour it was a beautiful landscape.I heard somewhere he died of a heart attack, which would be tragically ironic for someone so effing calming! He’s with the happy little clouds now.