Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing
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 knew she had only a short time to live. Our relationship in my mother's final months inspired my photographic project, Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing.
