Category: life

Michael Carini | LEARN MORE

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

Michael Carini | LEARN MORE

A lot of my work and content explores themes of rebirth and rising from the ashes. Rising from the ashes isn’t a one time thing. It’s not one and done. We often need to build ourselves up to tear ourselves down and then do it again…and again…and again. It’s a cyclical process of conditioning and rebuilding that is necessary for growth. Each time the goal is to rise and fly higher and higher, but it’s imperative to know when it’s time ignite the flames so we may rise again… dusty, dirty, and covered in ashes from the burning embers 🔥

These shots are from a shoot with Christa Maier where we sacrificed one of my most valuable paintings called “Because Nothing Never Was (Suicide Note).” I don’t sacrifice my art because of lack of value. I sacrifice my art specifically because of value. In order to obtain, a sacrifice must be made. This is the law of equivalent exchange and it is a key component of Acrylic Alchemy. Difficult sacrifices must be made in the name of growth and this was mine. Sometimes pieces of us must by laid to rest so that others may rise 🦅 This shoot required me to cover myself in ash (from the sacrificially burned painting) and gold paint (which you can see on my hand) and lay naked in the burning embers. It was one of the most powerful shoots I’ve ever done and also included a beautiful video and even a blooper real because you just can’t take life too seriously or it will consume you. You all have what it takes to rise and start anew. Are you willing to make the sacrifice 🌹

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Michael Carini | Art Journal


For wisdom is the property of the dead,
A something incompatible with life; and power,
Like everything that has the stain of blood,
A property of the living…


A child screamed at their feet
That danced the dance of life
Which hovers close to death.
And quiet suddenly fell on them
When Gilgamesh stood still
Exhausted. He turned to Enkidu who leaned 
Against his shoulder and looked into his eyes
And saw himself in the other, just as Enkidu saw
Himself in Gilgamesh.
In the silence of the people they began to laugh
And clutched each other in their breathless exaltation.

Michael Carini | BehEYEnd The Paint 

Creative collaboration with Balm In Gilead and Christa Maier. Prints available. All purchases directly support future creative collaborations.

“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep,
He hath awaken’d from the dream of life;
‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife
Invulnerable nothings. We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Adonais: An Elegy Upon the Death of John Keats,” stanza XXXIX