A Man Leaning Against A Wall With His Hand On His Chin Art

a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with an angel on his back
a painting of a man with a cross on his chest
a painting of a man in his underwear
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with a turban on his head
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
a poster of a man with dreadlocks on his head
a pencil drawing of a man leaning against a wall
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.
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.
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 painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
an old man with a stethoscope in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a drawing of a man with a sword in his hand
a drawing of a man with a sword in his hand
a painting of a man with a disc in his hand
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
an alien with a gun in his hand
a man and a woman leaning against a fence
a man and a woman leaning against a fence
a painting of a man leaning against a window sill
a man holding a silver ball in his hands
a painting of a man leaning against a window
a painting of a man leaning against a window
a painting of a man leaning against a window
a man in a suit and hat leaning against a wall
a man in a tank top leaning against a wall
a man holding a basketball in his right hand
a statue of a man with his arms crossed
a statue of a man with a hat on his head
a statue of a man with a rope around his neck