Every year, I seem to get completely seduced by peonies and their scent. Getting lost in their many layers of petals, with a complexity of the folds that leaves me bewildered, is an annual ritual. I often will meditate on the scent as though that alone is enough to make me journey into another world. So far, my artistic response this year has been with my camera. Perhaps I will do some works on paper also, picking up on the fingerprint-based series Scent of Peonies from a couple of years ago.