Category Archives: Compassion

Kindle-ing Kindness

trees, nature, seasons, journey, kindness, kindleing, orange, gree, landscape, vibrant, bold, dynamic, universal connections, ANNE MARIE OLIVER

Anne Marie Oliver
“Kindle-ing Kindness”
(2)- 16”w x 40”h x 1 ½”d each
Mixed Media on Canvas


Anne Marie Oliver- VIDA Collection

Hello all you lovely people out there! You all know that I am a BIG proponent of creating wearable art as in my jewelry created from my paintings, so imagine my glee when I was contacted by a company to take it a step further!


I have some more news to share and I am over the moon with excitement to announce that I was contacted by VIDA to partnership with them on creating my artwork into beautiful apparel.

VIDA is a new kind of fashion e-commerce Company that connects artists like me all over the world with producers to bring our work to life. For every product sold, VIDA hopes to provide the gift of literacy to the makers they work with.

This personal collection represents some of my best artwork from over the years and is very authentic to who I am as an artist. I’m really proud today to share this work with you.

Here is a sneak peek into just a few of the items I plan to offer. Go ahead and take a peek!!  🙂


Anne Marie Oliver-VIDA Shop Collection

Emotions Are Like Roller Coasters and That Is More Than Perfect

Emotions Are Like Roller Coasters and That Is More Than Perfect

This has been a week of ups and downs, like… Well, life! I am grateful for them all. Yes, even the hard times because I still choose to be open to the lessons that comes from these moments. They often give me quiet pauses and the ability to reflect. I don’t always like “me” that is revealed when I realize I have lost my compassion of seeing “the other person’s side” for example; or the lack of patience I have when people are just vindictive.

I found myself starting the week off standing by Mommy’s side attending a funeral. Ugh! Hello Monday! And even in this moment I realized life is beautiful! It’s mixed with such contrasting elements of emotions and I sway in them all every day a million times a day. I use to think I needed to change this part of me, that somehow being a ‘being’ that feels everything so intensely isn’t right? I should somehow come to expect from myself a more ‘even-keeled’ approach to situations. This is when one often has epiphanies, when you allow yourself to just “be”. And you know what I learned? I am perfect the way I am! I can stand at a grave and feel the enormous amounts of human emotions and they are all wonderful, even grief! I can witness generosity as a man I didn’t even know offered us his umbrella as it started to rain. I can feel the warmth of the sun breaking through the clouds and making it’s way to my face causing me to feel “his” love. I can cry instantly when I hear them play ‘Taps’. I can feel elation when I look at a coffin covered with the American flag and knowing that the man that use to inhabit that body fought for my freedom to be able to stand here at this moment and feel pure joy knowing he is free and his spirit lives on. I can bear witness to the testimonies of his life and be so hit in the face with the realization that what we do in this life impacts everyone we come into contact with, good and bad. And this reminded me of a Maya Angelou quote “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” Amen sister!! I can glance up at the sky and watch and listen to the birds flying above and observe life goes on.

As I stood there holding the umbrella over my mommy, I was trying so desperately to avoid poking my Uncle in the eye who was right behind us. And in this process I kept doinking her in the head with it. So yes, even at a funeral and without a second’s notice I can get the damn giggles with my mommy. I leaned into her neck burying my face trying to maintain some sense of composure, avoiding her eyes at all cost because she was giggling too. I can at this moment be ever so grateful I still have her in my life! Her perfume engulfed my every fiber of spirit and twirled about and I inhaled her! I found myself lost in her. Then it hit me!! My eyes began to swell up with tears. She wears the same perfume I have always known, “Tabu” and the smell belongs to her! It is my mommy. And I just stood with my eyes closed, breathing her in and out, and I was just so damn freaking grateful that I had this moment with her.

My week, even today, has been filled with so many of these emotions. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster! I awoke this morning to a text from my incredibly vivacious eldest, Lindsay. She sent me a sound clip of a song her and her girlfriend were listening to and the text said, “And listen to what we’re listening tooooo! It makes me miss you so much😢.” I had no idea the floodgates were going to be crashing through again. I hit the ‘play’ button and a Dido song was playing. I began bawling! This song has so many memories attached to it and every one of them hit me square in the face. I cried and I laughed reliving them all. I cried because well, that’s what I do! As I tried to get coffee going and breakfast ready for my Boo, tears streaming down my face, I listened to the song. I cried because it reminded me of difficult times. I cried because I survived them all! I cried because I remembered how we would play it over and over again singing it at the top of our lungs. I cried because she heard it and thought of me. I cried because in this sound clip I could hear the two of them singing at the top of their lungs in the background and I envisioned two young girls’, footloose and fancy free, being happy and letting go, and learning life goes on! And they sing! And I cried! I cried because the sound of my daughter’s voice is one of the sweetest there is.

This week, full of tears and giggles and everything in between…I thank you God for all the lessons and beauty you surround us with every day! I embrace each moment fully in all of it’s minute pieces of glory and I laugh and I cry and whatever else happens to come over me and it is all perfect.

~ ❤ and light and many blessings to you all!

September Surprises

This year has been full of wonder and surprises and this was one of them!

I was elated and over the moon when a church reached out to me to use one of my paintings as their front cover for a sermon to be delivered on compassion and “The Golden Rule”. It’s ironic how we can lose sight or perspective by the simple act of refusal. We refuse those who do not agree. We refuse those who aren’t in the same way of feeling and acting and being. In the very desperate need to be heard, we often lose sight of just listening, of being open in every aspect to welcoming the polar opposite. I’m guilty of this. In an effort I seek to change wanting to control, wanting to be right, “wanting” and through my art it is my intention(s), to embrace the beauty of this wild world and in seeking “Love and Light” to be a better person, the best version of me. I am learning to “let go”, to forgive those who have wronged me. It’s fairly safe to assume that the latter is a difficult task for most and most definitely an ongoing process for me. What I am learning is true happiness comes from within, from our own light. And though I often feel like Pacino in “The Godfather” when he states, “Every time I try to get out, they pull me back in”, the art of compassion is not a one-time life lesson taught and learned at the toddler stage of life. It is a lesson that will certainly ebb and flow throughout the journey of life. So how apropos was the choice of this painting “Love and Light” to that which was the sermon based on the whole merit of “doing unto other’s as you would have done unto you”!? May we all revisit this rule and may we all give our true self the right to love and the right, without fear to allow our light to shine!

I am truly grateful to have been given the chance to share my art with their parish and for them taking the time to reach out and for sending me copies of the bulletin and sermon. 🙂

~ ❤ & light ~<


K9 for Warriors

I was so excited to be a part of this fabulous art/auction show held in Nocatee yesterday.  This art show was to benefit the ‘K9 for Warriors’ cause!  Check out their blog (!

I am honored to be able to partake in an event that helps raise awareness for veterans who have sacrificed so much for us all.  God bless you all!  ~ ❤ ~

The best part of my evening was to arrive home and find flowers and a note my incredible Boo left for me!  I completely melted!

Anne Marie Oliver "Winter Wonderland" 48" x 72" Mixed Media on Canvas

Anne Marie Oliver “Winter Wonderland” 48h” x 72w” x 1 1/2″d Mixed Media on Canvas

Flowers from Boo

Flowers from Boo

True Meaning of Giving

Children simply make this world better!! My beautiful Savannah (I am no longer allowed to call her “Boo”), is one in my life I try to mimic. Yes, this often means I giggle… A LOT, I wear silly hats, I paint my nails rainbow colors and I gallop like a horse throughout the stores while we shop, occasionally neighing… REALLY loud!!! 🙂 However, one of the best qualities she possesses is that of caring for others and one where she becomes the teacher and I, the student. She told me they have a “tree of donations” at school and she wanted to pick an ornament off the tree that lists a child’s age and sex and buy a gift for them. And that is what we did. She chose a five year old girl who could ask for anything that she wanted and she chose a ‘book’. While shopping we decided to get the little girl two books instead of one and Savannah picked out a card and wrote the sweetest message to some little girl, whom she’ll never meet. Absolutely proud of her!

May we all remember to “love” like a child and to give with no expectations of getting anything back. This is the true meaning of giving.

Many blessings to each of you!!!

~ ❤ ~


The Boomeister

The Final Release

It’s funny really when you stop to think how the most random of events, places, people, and/or conversations can wake you up. But it can and they often do. I had an epiphany this morning while in my studio, painting and quite lost in my thoughts. You see it dawned on me, in the course of conversation with two incredible people at dinner last night, I had one more hurdle to accomplish in order to “let go” the final bondages. Though I have made leaps and bounds in the direction of learning the art of forgiveness, I realized I was allowing others to write my story by simply speaking of the past. So amidst painting hundreds of leaves, something sparked the conversations the night before. Then I remembered my dream… And it clicked!

Last night I woke up from a sound sleep, to the sound of a man’s voice so pronounced and so distinct, it made me check my house thinking someone was inside. As I crawled back in bed, I replayed the words he had spoken over and over until I must have drifted off. When I woke, I felt alive. I felt the weight lifted. So while I was in my space, I realized I wanted to release them of the wrongdoing because in the end, we are all human, we all make mistakes, and we all have hurt those we care about the most. And It just doesn’t matter anymore. It no longer holds any bearing as to me in the ‘now’, nor me in the ‘future’.

What did this voice say to me? “Anne! Are you ready? It’s time.”

Here’s to all of us making the discoveries along this journey that teach us: “to forgive, to release, to embrace the lessons and to just love!”

~ ❤ & light ~


Final Release