This little piece of art scrabbled out of me during a period of recovery from a fall down the stairs. My brain and bones were broken. I had to make art and started scratching out color bars with my marking pens -- the colors came by themselves, waiting in line, patiently. I look at them now and wonder why these colors? I think the stripes fall in front of words before the words start talking about that which inspires. I found this particular piece when I turned my mind to other matters.
Art happens and then we put a title to it. This morning I am working on labels for the art show that begins June 1st and without my direction this print is in the pile of "must take." It wears the appropriate title, Colors Leapt.