It saddens me to think that most of the artist I find inspiring and profound, took their own lives. I don’t get it. It seems that when you exude that level of talent, enjoy hanging out at the best parties, and possess that amount of talent, you should be happy? Depression is an awful oppressor. I love, love, love, Diane Arbus. I love her because she saw the beauty in freaks….in true originals….and in doing so, exposed their not so always evident beauty. I admire people who have the courage to be different……they deserve to be photographed.