A Demon With A Sword In His Hand Art

a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet
a statue of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword and shield
a drawing of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet standing in front of a
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of an angel with a sword
a drawing of a man with a sword and shield
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a drawing of a man with a sword and shield
a drawing of a man with a sword and shield
a painting of a man with a sword and shield in front of a herd of
a painting of a woman with a sword and armor
a drawing of a man with a sword and a shield
a painting of a man with a sword and a helmet
a drawing of a woman with a sword and a sword
a painting of a man with a sword and shield
a drawing of a man with a sword and a shield
a painting of a man with a sword and shield
a painting of a woman with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a man holding a basketball in his right hand
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
a man leaning against a wall with his hand on his chin
a man holding a pair of scissors in his right hand
a man sitting on the ground with his hand on his head
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
a statue of a man with his arms in the air
a statue of a man with his arms in the air
a statue of a man with his arms outstretched
a statue of a man with his arms outstretched
a statue of a man with his arms outstretched