In 1993 he began photographing his mother, Rose, in a variety of scenarios that were simultaneously perverse, tender, witty, and obscene. In many images, Rose looks like she just wandered off the set of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, a leathery woman in pancake makeup and a fright wig. In others, she frolics carefree on rugged coastlines, cavorts around her kitchen in negligee, and strikes NSFW poses in a forest snowscape.
The series radiates an unsettling, performative charm. To quote Collector Daily: “There is something undeniably wonderful about Rose in her oddball makeup…it’s disturbing, psychologically charged, and irreverently edge-of-crazy audacious. But what’s subtly surprising…is that it also has a layer of authentic affection that simmers underneath the obvious dark exaggeration. Mother and son are knowingly taking these risks together, and the memorable results jangle with that intimate tension.”
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