Though I should say that in the paintings of Bob Ross, and particularly in the prominence they afford natural landscapes, or the ‘wilderness,’ to the exclusion, even, of the human figure (though on occasion one glimpses a solitary or abandoned dwelling in them), there is, thematically speaking, evidence of humankind’s smallness or insignificance in relation to the grandeur of creation. Or, anyway, of humankind’s vulnerability in the face of that grandeur.