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Introduction to the Dark Arts


Culprit by Roger Ballen

With Halloween lurking around the corner we found ourselves wondering why people are so attracted to the dark. Why do we love to hear scary stories and flock to scary movies? Our theory: fear speaks directly to our primal selves. Evolution has ingrained in our minds a fascination with what we perceive as dangerous. So think of these ten hauntingly beautiful prints as stimulants to your animal senses.

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This Week’s Paired: Lisa Congdon + Edward Thomas

imageBirch Forest No. 7 by Lisa Congdon

This week’s paired: Lisa Congdon + Edward Thomas


The green elm with the one great bough of gold

Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, —

The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,

Harebell and scabious and tormentil,

That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun,

Bow down to; and the wind travels too light

To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern;

The gossamers wander at their own will.

At heavier steps than birds’ the squirrels scold.

The rich scene has grown fresh again and new

As Spring and to the touch is not more cool

Than it is warm to the gaze; and now I might

As happy be as earth is beautiful,

Were I some other or with earth could turn

In alternation of violet and rose,

Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due,

And gorse that has no time not to be gay.

But if this be not happiness, — who knows?

Some day I shall think this a happy day,

And this mood by the name of melancholy

Shall no more blackened and obscured be.

Edward Thomas

This Week’s Paired: Tom Kondrat + Sara Teasdale


Bildudalur by Tom Kondrat

This Week’s PairedTom Kondrat + Sara Teasdale


Life has loveliness to sell,
      All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
      Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
      Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
      Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
      Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
      Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy 
Give all you have been, or could be.

Sara Teasdale

This Week’s Paired: Amy Ross + Emily Dickinson


Secrets of Living 4 by Amy Ross

This Week’s Paired: Amy Ross + Emily Dickinson

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson