Michael Carini | LEARN MORE
A budding flower fighting to blossom in obscurity, the weeds tried to bury her beneath the dirt…and still she rose.
As the world threw stones at her, she collected them and built a massive wall to protect herself. Though the barrier succeeded in keeping the bad outside, it failed by never allowing the good beyond it.
Her life was an absolute mess and so was her paint palette…But that’s why they were so fucking beautiful.
And she had worn a mask for so long, when she finally removed it, she no longer recognized who she saw in the reflection of the mirror.