for me colors drain from objects where black and white takes their place. It is the black and white as in the un-color cinema photography from the early twentieth century. Similar to black and white reruns of yester years television shows. The colors are there but they are muted and they have no meaning.

As an artist, your words spoke volumes to me.

Can you please tell us more about your perspective on your wife and how depression affected your relationship? I have been thinking alot lately about how the most important thing about committment to another person, be they lover, friend, partner or family is that we work diligently to maintain a view of them as "beautiful" and how much of that work resides in us, not them.

To me, the cruelest of symptoms of Depression is that it robs its victims of this ability. A short curcuiting of all good memories happens and leaves in its wake a dull, blank image of events and people, now ugly where once beautiful, now meaningless where once precious and now anxiety producing where once a source of comfort and solice. Can and would you share more from this vantage point with us?

Thank you so much for your brave and hard work here. We are blessed to have you.

Be well,
bgb