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
Haunting, graphically arresting, truly surreal—in the artist's own words, "Photography is a mundane poison that has haunted my life."
A series of fanciful dream-like images, all created as reflections on the surface of a swimming pond in rural France.