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"With my soft and gentle voice, (and of course the help of
my 2" brush) I love to show my devoted viewers how to
make..."
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More About Bob
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Occupation:
Painter
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Hobbies and Interests:
"Every day is a good day to be alive!"
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Favorite Books:
The Joy of Painting
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Favorite Movies:
Pollock; Basquiat; Frida
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About Me:
With my soft and gentle voice, (and of course the help of
my 2" brush) I love to show my devoted viewers how to
make "happy little mountains" and "happy little clouds" by
making a step-by-step painting.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Shiney happy people holding hands...
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Testimonials and Comments for Bob
crimson. it makes me feel like bleeding
my arm all over the canvas...
little mountains" I know he's thinking
of me
you left me my 2" brush hasn't been the
same! Please baby.. come back to me... and
bring me some more of that little bit of Pthalo
blue you used to bring. You know how I like
it!
are my muses.
pantyhose.
sad for the rest... nobody does it
half as good as youuuu.. bobby, you're
the best!
lull me to paint gay, happy trees over
a beautiful grassy landscape with
bees and flowers and trucks and
tables and streets and gay happy
trees and...................................
Joy of Painting all the time. His soft,
gentle voice was so therapeutic. His
artistic talent was untouchable. I
loved how he would tell us what colors
he would be using for a particular
painting (Crimson Red, Van Dyke Brown,
Cadmium Yellow, Titanium White!). Or
how he could fix any mistake he may
have made on a painting. Some hooligan
could've broken into the studio the
night before and paint a penis on the
canvas, and Bob could transform it into
some breathtaking landscape..using the
penis as a giant Redwood (the papa tree
of the happy little family). How about
when Bob used to get his jollies every
time he cleaned his brush and "bang-
dried" it on the side of the easel,
while giggling to himself (it never got
old to him). Or how he always seemed to
forget that he told us a million times,
the story of how he built his easel. I
miss ya Bob.