As a child, I loved the pinwheels we were given on trips to Coney Island, mesmerized by how fast they spun in the wind, their plastic edges blurring until they nearly disappeared. That energy seemed to come from the center and move outward, and it became the inspiration for this painting. The Peony’s center, dense with pollen-laden stamens, is the source of that same propulsion. The center holds while the edges of the petals spin outward into the universe and the unknown.