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
These eery portraits double their subject and weave together beings with their own image. Each photo questions our comfortable notions of identity and fills the very idea with smoke—rendering our own perceptions stranger and realer at the same time...
The beauty of the sakura lies in the brevity of their blossoming—these simple yet elegant photographs aim to convey not only the flowers' visual delight but a deeper, subtler feeling of presence and the passage of time.