There are certain books that feel less like something we simply read, and more like something we return to when a particular kind of understanding is needed. Martín Prechtel’s The Smell of Rain on Dust is one of those books. Its central insight is both simple and deeply challenging. That grief, in its fullest sense, cannot be separated from praise. If there is ever to be any real peace on earth, all people need to relearn and reestablish the now diminished and hidden arts of

Cecil Collins is an artist I have a great appreciation for. This book documents the thoughts and reflections of many of those who knew him, whether as a collector, curator, student of his unique teaching methods, or through other connections. Collins’ work carries a particular quality that is difficult to define, yet unmistakable when encountered. It speaks from a place that feels both ancient and immediate, personal and universal. Images arise from the fountainhead of human