As a kid in Houston, in the early '60s, Terrell James liked to lie in the grass and watch the sky. Sometimes she did it alone. Sometimes a bored friend would join her. The clouds billowed in the wind, and Terrell interpreted them: This one's a sailboat, that one's a bat's wing -- no, wait, now it's a white rhinoceros.
She grew up to be an artist. Usually she makes abstract paintings, and if this were an art review, it would tell you that her works show Cy Twombly's influence, or that they contain landscape elements, and generally involve transparent washes of color interrupted by scribbles or curvy hard-lined shapes.