When an artist raves about another artist’s work, my eyes start to twitch; it’s like a reflex. Even before I’ve had the chance to look at the work, I’m itching to see it. In the past year, most of the art I’ve looked at has been through a screen darkly. It’s never ideal but any port in a storm… Last Saturday, when I was idly wondering what to write about for today’s Herald Magazine, an email pinged into my phone from the painter Alison Auldjo, who also runs Edinburgh’s UNIONgallery. I’m lucky enough to live with a wee Alison Auldjo landscape of a darkling moon looming over a sweeping Highland glen. I know that when she gets excited about an artist’s work, it’s worth discovering.