1. It’s funny how we used to make fun of this show, but most of the people I know would watch it all the time. Sure, he’s a weird old hippy, but wat a fascinating thing to watch! Good stuff.

  2. I never saw the end of the paintings because he was so soporific and I was always so full of sugary cereals I would pass out. But I loved him anyway…

  3. He always reminds me of being home sick from school, in a bed made up on the couch, eating Ritz crackers. Sometimes I wonder how much he had to do with my decision to study art. His painting style is rather cheesy and he uses house painting brushes, but he taught me how paint works – how to mix it, how to apply it, what the names of the colors of oil paint are. I watched a ton of public television as a kid, and I learned lots of things I never learned in school.

  4. Soporific and yet suspenseful. I always waited with anticipation for the moment he would gently wipe a large streak of paint across the canvas, making it look like a disaster, then cool-as-can-be incorporate it into the painting foreground.

  5. Just a reminder that the possibility to quickly create nice and detailed colourful pictures existed before Photoshop.

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