She Shells

Thinking of the nonsense poem "she sells sea shells by the sea shore". I seem to do better with watercolors if I make intuitive gestures with brush and color instead of thinking of a finished product. Process not a piece.

Computer challenged. Computer won. Unsuccessful attempt to install "subscribe to" feature so I made color changes. For one hour I had a red background, white and yellow text. No wonder bulls charge the red cape. This grey is more soothing and doesn't suck up the color like the former black background,