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.
To view more of James' work, please visit his website.
