As a child, Joel looked forward to Saturday mornings for one reason and one reason only:
Bob Ross' Joy of Painting television show.
He loved everything about it (so I'm told): The afro (have you seen this picture of Joel? (scroll down)), Bob's existential way of teaching his art, and especially the "happy little accidents." In fact, I'd wager that he enjoyed the entertainment experience much more than he did the actual creation of beautiful Rossian landscapes.
Recently, he has discovered a channel on our newfangled rabbit-eared digital TV (we have no cable, no sattelite, no DVR) that shows Bob Ross almost all day. I mean, who knew he was in such demand? And I have to admit, he does draw you in with all of his happy trees and cute little squirrels that just might live behind them.
Chloe is hooked.
The thing is, she really cares about the art. I don't think it matters to her that Bob has great hair, is a flower-child, or that he doesn't make mistakes. She can't wait to try everything he does herself.
So, I'm thinking that I'll need to buy her a couple canvases, an easel and some paints. Maybe.
For now, we'll just keep spending our Saturday mornings (and afternoons and evenings) with Bob.