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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.

Signed, archival pigment prints from Pleasures and Terrors of Kissing are available for purchase. Contact with inquiries about purchases, gallery representation,  printed-on-paper and online publication and museum and gallery exhibition initiatives.