Light Of God, Auriel


Less than 24 hours in fight and she sold! This is Archangel Auriel who’s name translates to “Light of God.”

She is also known as the Angel of Destiny and if you have insomnia, she is the Angel to connect with. What crystal will help with this connection? The Moonstone of course.

Ironically, this painting was started, completed and sold all during the night of a full moon. Don’t you just love that?

My 1st Angel Service In The Works: Spiritual Paintings

Well this service isn’t 10 seconds out of my head yet and I’m writing about it already – that’s a good sign!

It has to be formatted and finalized of course but here’s what I’m thinking. Since I love to paint and obviously have a special connection with the Angels, I’ll going to offer a SPIRITUAL PAINTING service. Want to see the energies and Angels around you? This is what this service will be all about and I can’t wait to start!

Not sure of the details just yet but I can tell you this. I can connect with you and  see the Angels around you (yes I see Angels all the time) and then paint if for you!

Here are few images I saw either during mediations or when I connected with people. I sketch them down on an app to capture what I see then I paint. See the graphic on the top row 4th one in? That’s my Angel Hug!!!!

Details to come.


Angel Hug Will Now Be Featuring Divinely Inspired Paintings


I have special news today, then again, I always have special news when it comes to Angels!

I am in 7th heaven since I noticed Target has canvas! (I live a mile away) Oh and did you know Angels visit Target? Did you read my last post? Talk about inspiration.

I started a painting yesterday that is – if I do say so myself – breathtaking. It’s called “Mother Mary” and it’s almost done. I am not releasing it until I write a blog post about it because you need to know where the idea came from for this painting.

Mother Mary will be my debut painting and I will have MANY Divinely inspired paintings – the first one is always the best. I can release a detail for the “Making of Mary” and as you can see, there is a lot of bling.

Stay tuned for a blog post on The Making Of Mary. My Angels are kicking up the pace here and I have many great stories to tell you but they are all in draft. I’ll do the best I can to get them out in a timely manner.

Stay tuned 🎨

The Ghost That Helped Me Paint


I’ve been paining since I was 10 years old. In my 50th year, I pretty much know how to paint a beach scene since I grew up on the beautiful Long Island as my inspiration. However, one day while I was painting this beach scene, I had a little help.

I was in my painting studio in the basement of my Pittsburgh house about 10 years ago. I already painted several paintings and when I was done I noticed that I had quite a bit of oil paint left over.

I didn’t want to waste it so I grabbed another canvas and whipped up a beach scene which I just love to do – and again – living on Long Island for the first 28 years of my life played a big role in the beach love.

Anyway, all was done, so I thought. I looked at that painting and felt it needed just one more thing – a fence! After all, a beach won’t be complete without some type of dilapidated fence.

So I took a few steps back from my easel and looked at my painting. I loved the colors, thought the black sand was unique and the flora added both a touch of color and a little dimension in the painting and I was able to put my extra oil to good use.

As I looked at the painting with my fingers resting on my chin in the thinking pose, I thought to my self how nice it would be to have a fence in there somewhere.

I looked and looked but couldn’t quite figure out where this fence should go or what it should look like. So then it happened. I said it out loud:

“Where should I put the beach fence?’

I don’t know why I said it out loud but I did. I didn’t know it at the time but when you say things out loud, it has a much higher vibration then if you just think it.

I continued to stare at the painting then all of a sudden I saw the painting starting to change.

Now this is the part of the story that is hard to believe and I know you are saying “yea right, I call bullshit” but I kid you not and bet my life on what I’m about to say is the truth. I have nothing to gain making this stuff up, after all, have you read the other things on this blog? See a pattern?

As I continue to look at the painting I see a fence starting to appear. It was just gray blurry lines at first so I thought I had something in my eyes so I closed my eyes and rubbed them just a bit.

I opened my eyes and blinked a dozen times to clear my lens and it was still there. Vertical gray lines, like you see in the painting where the fence is,  clear as day.

I looked and looked and now panic has set in.

“What the heck is that?”

I saw a fence forming on my painting clear as day. Not faint and fuzzy but gray and black fence poles just appeared on my painting!

Did you ever hear the saying “I was so scared that all the hairs on my neck stood up?”

Well that is the first time I knew what that felt like. As ALL the tiny little hairs on my next stood up I put my hands over my eyes and counted to 10 just like in the movies, and when I opened my eyes, everything would be gone.


Open eyes.

Fence is still there!!!!


Open eyes. Fence is STILL there!!!!!!!!!!

My heart was racing and I was scared but not the frightening kind of scare. I was more surprised and then as the what seemed like many minutes ticking by, I continued to look at the painting and the fence was still there.

I remember actually chuckling a little as this point which was a strange reaction I know but I now believe it was my Guides, who I know have a sense of humor (yup, another post) so I felt ok.

Again I said out loud, “ok, if that’s where you think the fence would go, then that’s where I’ll put it.”

I picked up my palette knife, dipped it half in black and gray just like you see in the painting and placed the paint exactly where I was shown to put it.

Shadows, placement, color and all was done by the help of a ghost. It could have been my Guides or it could have been the Spirit of a painter passed. I’ll never know but when I put that palette knife down and looked at the painting, the fence is exactly where it needed to be.

The lesson learned is be careful what you say out loud. Words have a higher vibration when you speak them and you never know who’s listening.

Donna 🌀