I will be living in my small room inside of my even smaller town for an unanticipated extra year. I can't find new things here anymore, so I'm beginning to lose my mind. My daily motions blur together, every experience seeming muted and unconscious as I form suitable responses to questions and complete daily tasks. This work embodies all of the simple and quiet ways that this town has been crawling under my skin. This is my White Line Fever.
— Michelle Norris
A young Russian prodigy,, approaches photography as a form of visual poetry. Each photograph is self-contained and expresses its own meaning. But when viewed in ever-changing combinations with the other images, they creates further ideas, as words in a poem, or notes in a musical score.
"I enjoy pushing the boundaries...[but] if I don't have trust, then I don't have an image"—a young photographic talent offers her thoughts on the female form and the fine line between innocence and sensuality.