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still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
a man in a black and brown outfit holding a cigarette
a black and white drawing of a monster attacking a man
Walking into a workshop, a clean, but well-used work area with low light, I see beams of light from an overhead source, perhaps a high window, with motes of dust floating around in them, between me and a straight-on view of a woodworker's workbench with a vise mounted on it and some random tools laid out from a job just completed. I see many tools hanging on the wall behind the bench, and stored underneath. A long well-cared for handsaw, a brace-and-bit, several different sizes and styles of wood chisels hanging in a rack together, a couple mallets and a good framing hammer, and particularly, a large well-defined carpenter's square.
a black and white drawing of a wizard
a black and white drawing of a wizard
a black and white drawing of a man in armor
a drawing of a man with long hair and a cape
a black and white drawing of a roman soldier
a black and white drawing of a wizard holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man in armor
a black and white drawing of a man in armor
a painting of a man with glasses and a beard
a black and white drawing of a man in a cape
a black and white drawing of a man in a hat
a black and white drawing of a creature holding a sword
Inside a home in Petaling Jaya, Wing-Sun, a 10 year old Chinese boy sits cross-legged on the cool tile floor, watching the delicate tendrils of smoke rise from the joss sticks his father has just placed in the family altar’s bronze urn. The flickering candlelight casts shifting shadows over the framed portraits of the ancestors, their solemn faces gazing out from another time. Wing-Sun's father, dressed in crisp slacks and a neatly pressed white shirt, murmurs a quiet prayer, his voice low and rhythmic. Beside him, Wing-Sun’s mother clasps her hands together in a quiet moment of respect before adjusting the jade bangle on her wrist. Their morning ritual is a quiet, practiced thing; one they perform, and Wing-Sun observes, every day.
a drawing of a man flying through the air
a woman riding on the back of a horse
a painting of a man with a sword
a black and white drawing of a bird
a black and white drawing of a man holding a knife
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of an angel
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a knife
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man riding a horse
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a bow
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a painting of a man with a sword and shield
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a dragon
a black and white drawing of a man holding a sword