Born in the high desert,
currently living by the coast.

a little bit about victoria faith tinsley

Poet,
Storyteller,
Visual Artist.

From a young age I dreamed in words.

I grew up in the Californian desert in the breezeway of a small house where the wind moved freely and so did I. My grandfather built my sister and I a swing from rope, nails, and worn wood. It creaked when we climbed on, pushing off the concrete floor and into the waiting air.

The radio was never silent. It sat steady and faithful, always tuned to the local country station katcountry, (my grandfather’s favorite) Steel guitars wept, and the voices were carried by it with stories.

That breezeway was my first stage.

I didn’t just sing along.. I wandered. I would slip my own words into songs by Shania Twain or George Strait, braiding my thoughts into their melodies. In my mind, the songs belonged to me. The wind would catch my voice mid swing, and for a moment, I believed it was enough to carry it somewhere far beyond the high desert.

It was there, suspended between dirt and sky, that I learned language could move. That words could ache. That music could hold a heart without breaking it.

Now, I write in a different breezeway, a digital one. Here my writings may sound like a song. They may arrive as sentences instead of choruses. But they are born the same way: from memory, from longing, from the world I often dreamt about but never built until now.

My name is Victoria Faith Tinsley, every word, every image, every video I release is not performance it is confession. It is consciousness. It is my heart, a world spun gently into motion.

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Love Notes from the creator

  • film– a lovestory.

    I grew up with a camera in my face — not intrusive, but adoring.

    My mother was always ready, handycam balanced in her palm or film tucked carefully inside her camera. She chased our splendor the way others chase dreams, determined to hold each bright, fleeting moment still — to keep time from stealing what was beautiful. It was in those moments I fell in love with video and film.

    It is a medium that comes natural to me and I am forever grateful to my mother for showing the importance of the documentation of one’s life.

  • the identity of being a writer,

    I was always afraid to claim it, because in doing so that would mean I would have to take pen to paper and to release the pain, love, and longing that has been locked away in the attic of my mind for over a decade.

    I had to be honest with myself. I was getting older, sun damage and self reflection reminded me of that.

    The pain of staying the same hurt so much more than the pain of vulnerability. I have to for the first time follow my fear- because for the first time it is followed by faith.

  • creating a world of my own.

    I imagined it in fragments at first. I longed for it so deeply and profoundly. I didn’t know if it would ever be real — only that I carried it with me like a secret.

    I always felt crazy for wanting this life, one where I would live by my pen and that it could exist just for me, a life of poetry and imagery- alive.

    This Sweet Feeling came to me in a dream and it begged to be tangible. It begged for breath, for a long time I denied it’s life and in doing that I denied my soul.

    twenty twenty-six the year I decided to no longer deny the dearest most personal thing to me, my dreams.

I spent a decade dreaming of creating a world that I could get lost in… this sweet feeling is that world.