Category: identity

And she finally had to just tear herself open …

And she finally had to just tear herself open to let the pain out.

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

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And there were a lot of days she wore things t…

And there were a lot of days she wore things that didn’t quite feel right. Most days it was a smile.

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

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A budding flower fighting to blossom in obscur…

A budding flower fighting to blossom in obscurity, the weeds tried to bury her beneath the dirt…and still she rose.

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

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“When Nobody Else Would Love Me (I Had To Learn To Love Myself)” sits on the easel. I often put it back on the easel because this concept is always a work it progress…learning to love myself. When it’s not on the easel, I hang it above my bed to serve as a reminder as I sleep beneath it. Some days I don’t like myself very much. Some days I really don’t like myself. Some days, I’d go so far as to say I even hate myself. I’m working on it though. What I have learned is that after spending far too many years seeking that love externally, I can only truly reach down and grasp that within myself. Until I find that self-love, everything external will be futile and fleeting. Self-love is hard, but who told you love would be easy…effortless? Nothing worthwhile is easy. Anything worthwhile is going to demand hard work, dedication, and sacrifice. Try to love yourself a little more each day and a little more on the days you don’t want to. Start with today.

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Her life was an absolute mess and so was her paint palette…But that’s why they were so fucking beautiful.

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“Faces Of The Parabox” is a subset derived from “The Boy In The Box” series. Commencing upon the precipice of homelessness, “The Boy In The Box” follows the rigid geometric structuring of the “The Up-Side Of Down” and represents the perpetual quest for personal freedom and breaking outside of the box. We often create our own boxes. This painting, “Mirror Rorrim (The Reflection)”, reflects upon the only person that can change your life. It’s you!

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Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER

Michael Carini | MOSTLY FOR HER