Paintings, (or whatever this is) come about in all kinds of ways. I brought some baggage with me from my Blackthorn Studio: table scraps; bits and pieces; thoughts; failed paintings, once full of promise; that old clementine box that has been kicking around for I don't know how long. I hadn't exactly considered what I was doing as starting a new work; I was just messing about, settling back into a habit of hanging around in my studio. Dulcita. Sweet clementines. The Sky Dragon, Dulcita.