Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing by James Friedman
I do not remember any kissing between family members as I was growing up. It wasn't until my mother was hospitalized for eight months, unable to speak, that we began to kiss good-bye before I would depart for the day after visiting her. These newly discovered displays of affection were imbued with genuine caring and profound sadness as we both know she had only a short time to live. Our relationship in my mother's final months inspired my photographic series, Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing.
James Friedman lives and works in Columbus, Ohio.
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