He rolls back out and ducks into Thistle's bag once more, but not before knocking into the small stack of water color paintings.
Cheap canvas, not for cost, but just the ones that are easy to buy at any store. The quality not important, so much as the outlet?
It doesn't appear like the woman has any real training, but her stacks of dried watercolors all have a similar theme, and there is EMOTION, if not talent. Blues and greys and greens, swirls and splashes, sometimes calm, sometimes wild. All melancholy. Sometimes a blur of color - a streak of orange at the top here, a blur of silvery yellow there.
Oh, but if she squints, and looks a little deeper, there's a chimerical aspect! Janice may not even know what she painted, it's almost like a Magic Eye... but within the swirls and smears, there are designs that can almost be made out.
That dark smudge, a frigate, in a storm!
The streak of green, an emerald on the sea.
That yellowish patch, like sunlight through the water, but it's going... up, rather than down?