I Can’t Stop Watching Bob Ross Painting On Netflix

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I Can't Stop Watching Bob Ross Painting On Netflix

I was at a pre-game roof gathering last night when my world changed forever.

A buddy of mine, whose apartment building’s roof we were utilizing, went inside to, uh, *looks left and right for cops* smoke some illegal drugs. I went downstairs with him, not to smoke but to get more beer. He sat down on his couch, grabbed his illegal drug utensils and his television remote. He went straight for Netflix and started streaming “Bob Ross: The Joy Of Painting.”

“I’ve watched six full episodes since work ended on Friday,” he told me.

We watched four more episodes last night. We never made it out.

Watching Ross is an incredibly soothing experience. It is, perhaps, the greatest addition to Netflix in our generation. There is no wrong time to sit everyone down and watch Ross paint a chill-ass log cabin in the woods, or a couple beautiful streams by a mountain. I mean, look at this guy:

Look at that chest and that white man ‘fro. Ross paints with confidence. “We are going to have a good time today,” he tells us in his trademark hushed voice. Hell yeah we are, Bob Ross. “Let’s get started,” he says. Ready when you are, my man.

I apologize if I am telling you something you already know. Bob Ross died from lymphoma in 1995 when I was three years old, and I wasn’t really a PBS kid, except for Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood, so I had never seen any of these episodes until last night.

Ross’ pieces are simplistic, but watching him create them is mesmerizing. And I was sober. Watching him while high has got to be one of the most enjoyable life experiences out there. Sure, it’s hotel room art. But all the sounds of the brushes and the knives scraping the canvas make for an incredibly peaceful and relaxing experience.

Old seasons of his painting show recently began stream on Netflix, and they are must-watch television:

It’s a perfect cool-down after an episode of Game of Thrones or Bloodline. It’s also fantastic white noise to fall asleep to, as I did last night.

Thanks for introducing me to Bob Ross, Netflix. My world will never be the same.


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