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Michael Carini | #MostlyForHer đŸŒč

Make a small donation to feed a starving artist and get your favorite handwritten poem at CariniArts.com + check out my blog and podcast 😍

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Michael Carini | #MostlyForHer đŸŒč

Make a small donation to feed a starving artist and get your favorite handwritten poem at CariniArts.com + check out my blog and podcast 😍

Michael Carini | #MostlyForHer đŸŒč
Make a small donation to feed a starving artist and get your favorite handwritten poem + check out my blog and podcast at CariniArts.com 😍

Michael Carini | LEARN MORE

Sometimes you have to open yourself up and allow yourself to feel the pain in order to heal. The healing starts from within. Use your pain as a source of strength and open your wings. 

On Easel: When Nobody Else Would Love Me (I Had To Learn To Love Myself)

On Ground: As Open Wounds Open Wings

Both of these paintings are available and prints are currently available for “As Open Wounds Open Wings” at CariniArts.com + check out my blog and podcast. 

Michael Carini | #MostlyForHer đŸŒč

Michael Carini | Mostly For Her 

If you like the words or the stories, please share. Want a #MostlyForHer poem? DM me or check out HERE

I have some really powerful stories to share on my blog and podcast this week. Please check out at CariniArts.com and share ✊

If you ever wanted to share one of my stories…this would be the one. Please check out the full blog post HERE and please help bring closure to her story for her friends and family. This is the first time I have ever shared a lot of these stories and who Deanne was to me. The story is 10 years and the making and 4 years later than it should be. I’ve never had difficulty sharing my own stories, but I struggled tremendously to share hers for so many reasons…including having to accept that she’s gone.

“Reign Upon Sunrise” Flashback

In August 2012, at the age of 28, I was reconnected with the biological family I never knew. At that time, I learned that my father, also named Michael, did not die in a car accident as I had always been told. Rather, I came to find out that he took his own life on my mother’s 21st Birthday, just shortly before I turned a year old. He did not leave a note. Almost 30 years later, in my most personal and emotional creation to date, I wrote that note for my father. Written through our collective heart, eyes, and hand, that piece of our soul is “Michael’s Note.”

“Michael’s Note” was followed by half a decade of critical introspection, reflection, and expression in the form of a visual history paradoxically representing a singular moment, time, and experience as well as momentum, time, and experience in their totality. Completed in the Spring at the age of 33 and given life in conjunction with the Summer Solstice, “Reign Upon Sonrise” is a five year meditative reflection of a simple complexity, or “simplexity.” A 49 canvas polyptych with a myriad of possibilities and experiences, this meditation is a personal and elemental narrative veiled under the umbrella of a fractalized spectrum of sub-narratives called “Reigndrops.” Peering into the human soul with no definitive beginning or end, may you enjoy your journey across the “Reignbough” and discover the enlightenment you seek in the “Reign Upon Sonrise.”

Dedicated to the father I never had the honor and privilege to know-

Full blog post HERE

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And she loves being choked because she’s far too comfortably accustomed to being suffocated by her demons.