Allyson Reynolds is a young Australian artist whose paintings of moths enchant me. She sees them as luminous, ethereal creatures, reminding me to step out of that “get the mothballs” mentality (well, I use lavender, but same idea: good riddance.) Quiet, unexpected beauties, their papery wings glow with color. At Rebecca Hossack Gallery in London, which, by the way, posts a new favorite poem each day on its website. Bliss.