Why must you hire staff to explain your art, to justify its worth, to impose a modecum of weight. Such volume offends my ears, the brushstrokes of color, each surprisingly mute. True minimalism with more depth would be illustrated if a Bob Ross happy tree were replicated on canvas only to be drawn engulfed by a black void, the light captured in each stroke of the leaves and bark, barely endeavoring against the constant calm of nothing or possibly everything all at once. Titled: bob ross, happy tree, exists in void. Nothing more said.