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Let My Tragic Lesson Be Your Reminder

Sacred | Art by Angela DiGiovanni

Several months ago when a client kept insisting to Mark and I that she sent a check, we chalked it up to the old cliche, a sort of stall tactic. But when she called and said that it had been cashed, we became concerned and had the situation investigated. It turned out someone had stolen our mail and forged our name to deposit the check into his own account.

Because the bigger issue was federal mail fraud, the police decided to prosecute the man who did this. We knew this man, and we were astounded that he would do this. He was nice to us. He was friendly toward us. He had recently suggested we barbecue together. He was our neighbor.

It turns out that he had additional court related situations other than ours, as well.
This is what dual nature looks like. Where your friendly neighbor can become so desperate he is willing to commit mail fraud, forge your signature, and steal from you. This is what desperation can do to a man.

Because he was an immediate neighbor, we had to see this man frequently. We were told we weren’t allowed to talk to him or approach him in any way. It was hard. It was awkward. My heart went out to him. I wasn’t mad at him. I know what desperate looks like. I know what utter despair feels like.

While circumstances were slightly different, as we did not intentionally steal money to use it for our own gain, we have faced our own accusers when after failed investments in the market crash, friends and family lost money… a lot of money, unrecoverable amounts of money, people’s nest eggs, people’s equity. I live with despair over it every single day, even years later now. We live with a bad reputation and assumptions and judgments that may or may not be true about us from people who were very dear friends at one time. From others, we also live with indescribable mercy, that humbles to the core. It’s one of the most brutal and shameful experiences of my life and has left irreparable damage to my soul.

So I didn’t want to approach him to yell at him, or question him. I simply wanted to see how he was doing. I wanted to tell him that we forgave him. I wanted to help make his burden lighter. This all might sound corny, but when you’ve been to the bottom of despair like we have been, the last thing you want is for anyone else to go through it. It is one of God’s ways of teaching us compassion and mercy, I think; our deepest aches in life become our greatest opportunities of service to others.

We had stopped seeing him around, and I started having premonitions of him being dead in his house, that he had killed himself. It was so unlikely to not see him for so many days, so that is where my mind went. It went there because I have felt that level of despair, where you just want to go home from where you came because you can’t take the shame anymore. Life can be so hard, cruel, and complicated, and so I worried for him.

I called the detective in charge and begged him to come to his house to see if he was
alright – that his car had been parked for three days in front of his house, but that we
hadn’t see him come or go. I told him my fear, that perhaps he took his life. It was then the detective told me that his car has been parked and we haven’t seen him come or go because they had booked him in jail. My heart rended for him. For his family. What had we started? What could we have done differently to have remedied this course in a more civil and dignified way? It was too late, and out of our hands as it was the police who were prosecuting him, not us.

He got out on bail and was back home days later. We were still under order not to speak with him. Eventually he got evicted and so our lives weren’t crossing paths anymore, yet we kept ‘running into him’ in different towns on different errands. I asked God why we kept running into him. What were/was we/he supposed to learn? Was I supposed to say anything? What should I say? Tell him you forgive him, let him know how you feel, was the answer I received. But I didn’t do it. I had four opportunities. But all I could think of was the order we were given to not speak to him or approach him in any way. He could be dangerous.

Yesterday was his sentencing.

He never showed up to court.

He was found dead.

As you can imagine, my heart is heavy. I share this story because I hope it has an impact. If we can be merciful to someone, let’s do it. If we can forgive someone, let’s do it. If we can tell someone we forgive them, let’s do it. If we can lighten someone’s burden, let’s do it. Life is hard, precious, and complicated. Let’s give people the benefit of the doubt when we can. We don’t know the level of fragility of a human life and soul. Our ‘rightness’ will never be more important than another’s human condition.

Or a child’s dead father.

Or a wife’s dead husband.

Or a parent’s dead son.

May his soul find peace, and may God have mercy on him.

Please pray his family may find peace and comfort.

#ButByTheGraceOfGodThereGoI

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Oil Portrait Painting in the Style of Amy McDonald

Girl Oil Painting | Art by Angela DiGiovanni

So, this happened tonight.  I’m new to painting with oils and I can say with certainty that I won’t paint portraits with acrylics again.  I feel like oils washed away all of my frustrations I had with acrylics.  I live in a very dry climate and they would dry out so fast I couldn’t blend much once on my paper or canvas.  Even my oils I had to keep wetting down with turpentine.  Speaking of which, is by far the biggest (and only?) downside of using oils… the stuff just reeks and you gotta smell it throughout your painting session!  Anyone have any tips?  I feel like I need to wear a mask to protect my lungs!

By the way, this is in the style/technique of Amy McDonald, who so generously documents and shares her process.  This is my first attempt – I’m very excited to keep going with it, learn more, and get better.

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New Item For Sale | Yellow

Hey guys, I just opened a Shop on my blog and am selling this painting I did this afternoon. So go check out the details in the Shop!

Also, congrats to Arlene who won my ATC giveaway on my Facebook Page!  Make sure to Like my Facebook Page if you haven’t already ~ I’ll be doing another giveaway there in a couple of weeks!

Yellow | Angela DiGiovanni Art

 

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Giveaway | Not a Pretty Girl

Giveaway | Angela DiGiovanni Art

Who wants it? It’s an ATC (Artist Trading Card) ~ 2.5×3.5″

The giveaway is on my Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/AngelaDiGiovanniArt

To qualify:
1. Like my Page
2. Leave any comment on the photo on the Facebook Page

That’s it!

The winner will be chosen by random (.org) on Wednesday after 8pm MST!

The portrait is done in Oil Pastels.

Good luck!

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Swaddled | Pastel Art

Swaddled | Pastel Art by Angela DiGiovanni

More and more I’m realizing what an outlet art is for me.  It calms me down, takes me into another world where I’m focused and undistracted, and melts stress away.  Last night I was in the thick of stress and frustration, so I stopped what I was doing, got cozy on the couch and whipped this woman and her baby out.  Typically when I sit down to create a piece of art, I have no intentions.  I let my hands and mind go free to intuitively create when I’m in this mode of needing to de-stress.  I love to see what transpires, what is buried in my heart and mind.  My work always tells me a story, and reveals something about myself… what I long for, what I’m feeling, angst I didn’t know was there, love I didn’t know was there.  I love this process.

I named this piece ‘Swaddled’.  The woman is swaddled in her black tunic, and she is likewise swaddling her baby in the black blanket (or maybe in her own tunic?).  She is resting peacefully on a rug, sitting on her knees, enjoying the serenity of holding her baby.  She looks up to find someone looking upon them, and she pulls her progeny closer to her chest.  Vines of life grow behind them.

This was done in all pastels.  Normally I mix a lot of media together, but sometimes that can feel overwhelming with too many choices to incorporate.  Last night I just wanted a simple release of whatever was stirring in my heart.  Painting a piece this size (9×12) normally takes me two to four hours, but this all bled out of me in about 40 minutes.

Besides creating an art piece, I equally love digitally manipulating my work once it’s done, to create a variation, or something entirely new.

Swaddled | art by Angela DiGiovanni

This is probably my favorite variation.  I’m a sucker for anything monochrome, black and white, or sepia.  The bokeh lights look golden and make her look gypsy-like.

Swaddled | art by Angela DiGiovanni

I’m also a sucker for dark and moody.  The tones on this one provide more of a contrast.  I dunno… maybe this is my favorite.

Swaddled | art by Angela DiGiovanni

This divine light coming down on her head makes this one look more ‘Madonna and child’.

Swaddled | art by Angela DiGiovanni

I like the off-centered composition on this one…

Swaddled | art by Angela DiGiovanni

and the deep purpley tones on this one.

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