Mango Coconut Dragon

Long ago I went to Chinatown. It was night, just before or after dinner, I don't remember which. But Brian insisted we go for a walk so the three of us set out. Talk about immersion. I could not see enough. Everywhere activity, new sounds , new smells, new stuff. My brushes rest in a simple matt when I go on location. The matt is what I brought from that walk that night. Perhaps I hope to capture the magic of the east. The mystery, the timelessness, or the memory of a simple walk into another world. It spoke to me on many levels and then I found out, I was born in the Chinese year of the dragon, a very lucky sign. So maybe you can see it...when I looked down at this mango cheesecake on its golden disk, I saw a flutter in the coconut. Instantly transported, in a flash I saw in my head a paper dragon winding through the street. Carried aloft by dancing, celebrating feet. So it became a good luck dragon as I painted on. Huge glossy golden mangos bearing golden wishes for us all. An eye( a blackberry) towards the future of goodness that we seek, but dancing, yes I think dancing down that San Francisco Street.