Let’s get right into it.
Erica Voetsch is a visual artist. And not in the sense that she creates works of art with her hands to be displayed for all the world to see. But oh wait, she does that, too. Erica is a to-die-for goldsmith at her family’s jewelry store in Prairie Village and as been featured in the West Eighteenth Street Fashion Show multiple times.
But we’re not talking about that kind of visual art! We’re talking about the fact that Erica is a visual artist by virtue of what she wears on her body. I swear, this girl is literally a walking Botticelli, except she isn’t nude. She is enigmatic. Every time I’ve seen her over the years, she has concocted some magical costume that initially renders her unfamiliar to me. It is only after a few minutes of being entranced by this sartorial wunderkind that I realize she hasn’t been dreamt up by an Early Renaissance painter; she’s simply creating a work of art upon herself.
Her wardrobe has very few limits. There’s human-hair shoulder pads, golden-yellow quilted pants, and sequined-vintage goodies every color of the rainbow. With these powers combined, Erica is Captain Planet! No, just kidding. Or am I? Dun, dun, DUN…
Anyway! Aforementioned items are sporadically strewn about a eclectically-designed bedroom/studio that instantly made me want to forget I was there to work and instead cuddle up with Erica, drink our coffees (I had a mocha, and Erica had an Americano because that’s how much cooler she is than me), and bathe in the insane morning light penetrating her room.
Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, I did get to work and this is what happened. Erica slipped on whimsical outfit after whimsical outfit, Louise (the delightful dog you’ll meet in a bit) became irrationally jealous of Erica’s beauty and could not be silenced until I let her sit for me, and I was granted a mystical look into this visual artist’s toolbox.