A question that you did not think to ask prior to this moment, I reckon.
Also: there’s so much damn subtext going on behind the scenes, here. You can visibly see Bob Ross’s friend and her husband try to figure out how much information is too much information in this mini-documentary, and whether it’s anybody’s damned business anyway. I’m inclined to say that it’s not, but that’s hardly a surprise.
Anyway: now I kind of want a Bob Ross painting. Which I’m not going to be able to get. Heck, they apparently don’t even make prints.