A sad poetic dreamer, like a Kerouac with a camera, he bounces stream-of-consciousness-like through the long winter nights of the north, gathering and stitching together moments of tenderness, delusion, suffering, birth, sex, seduction, loneliness, longing, death, beauty and ugliness. Almost all of his photos stand on their own as touching and perceptive works of art and reportage of real life. Yet when combined as a sequence of seemingly disconnected images, one begins to apprehend a deeper inner Erixson — one who is using his eyes and a camera to record a range of surface impacts and feelings that transcend the specific and personal, and begin to speak of universal connected truths.