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    Seeing Things
    Seeing Things
    Seeing Things
    Ebook110 pages28 minutes

    Seeing Things

    By Mary Catherine O’Brien

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    I have an eidetic memory, and things once seen lodge in my mind. Eventually to free my mind, I am driven to paint these things. I like my work to challenge the mind, not merely to appeal to the emotions. I use a wide variety of styles and subject matter and try to wed the two. I am a multimedia artist and spend my creative time in play and exploration. All things fascinate me.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateDec 14, 2012
    ISBN9781466960374
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      Seeing Things - Mary Catherine O’Brien

      Seeing Things

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      Mary Catherine O’Brien

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      © Copyright 2012 Mary Catherine O’Brien.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-6035-0 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-6036-7 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-6037-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012917835

      Trafford rev. 12/07/2012

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      Contents

      Sandwalking

      Reflections on the Waters

      Release

      Fog

      Ravi Shankar-Experienced

      Love on the Subway

      The Caretaker

      Cairo

      Guilt

      Is Prayer?

      Winds of Autumn

      Travel Companions

      A Running Melting World

      Now Where Did I Leave My Tea?

      Sunday is Visiting Day

      Still Life With Trees

      Change the World?

      I Remember Egypt

      Evensong

      Pisces Enchanted

      Apart

      The Apparition

      Autumn Lament

      Birth of a Painting

      Cut Me Free

      Seen in Kashmir

      Daily Prayer

      Escape

      Flying

      Freedom’s Prison

      Future Gothic

      Frozen Memories

      Funeral of a Container Ship

      Four Way Stop

      Mother Speaks

      Houseboat in Kashmir

      The Individual

      Sri Lanka Images in Passing

      March Wind

      No Room for Change

      One More Time

      Sensory Deprivation

      Some Thoughts on Halos

      Spring Tune Up

      The Seeds of the Last Supper

      Spring

      Sweet Bondage

      Tension

      The Message

      Vain Hope

      Waiting-Hospital 1989

      Who Are You Really Lord?

      Ways of Seeing

      Kids

      Painkiller

      A Catholic Childhood in Toronto

      A Painting Poured and Pored

      A Painting Complete

      The Way

      City Experience

      El Salvador 2

      My Father

      Guilt

      In Memory of Rev. Gerald J. Cochran

      The Turning Wheel

      The Seeker

      Sonnet

      Exam Time

      Invigilation

      Found Poem from Gone Away by Dom Morals

      A Burdened Soul

      Scruples

      Worry

      A Running Melting World

      Thank God for Brakes

      On Centering

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      Sandwalking

      Alone I walk beside the sea.

      I count my steps.

      My eyes rest on the silent sand.

      The patterns of the past lie there.

      I wonder at their beauty.

      A horse’s hooves bespeak a ride at dawn

      Before the world awakes.

      I follow in a dog’s paws dance of play.

      They dig the

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