Some pictures I took yearssss ago.
"…𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞"
Some Southern Gothic. But I was not in the South.
An angel falling from heaven.
Reference was from Pinterest.
“I was an angel, but they made me leave.”
Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
Victoria Erickson
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Mermaids, mermaids, mermaids.
The little mermaid, H2O, any and every novel about merfolk and selkies.
Don’t even get me started on the various Barbie movies with mermaids.
So, of course, they find their way into my art often.
A collage of things that influence my writing.
Her name was ‘Too Many’, as she was the stray and her addition to the family officially meant they had too many dogs.
Poem for Too Many, A Good Dog.
I’m a good dog
I will take myself
Out into the woods
To lay my head down softly
Don’t yell for me
This time I can’t come
The paper I originally scribbled it down on.
And a picture of Too Many.
Buzzing that echos through your bones.
“this is going to take all of me”