A Man Sitting In The Dark With His Arms Crossed Art

a painting of an older woman sitting on a beach
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 man sitting on top of a tree branch
a man sitting on top of a tree stump
a black and white photo of a man sitting next to a fire hydrant
a man and a woman sitting next to each other
a man sitting on a window sill in front of a window
a man and a woman sitting next to each other
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 man sitting on a red fire hydrant
a man standing next to a woman sitting on a red chair
a young man sitting on a bench in front of a wall
a man and a woman sitting next to each other
a man sitting on a chair next to a wheel
a man sitting on top of a tree stump
a man sitting on top of a tree branch
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with a bird in his hand
a painting of a man with an eagle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a statue 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 his hands on his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a drawing of a man with a tree on his back
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
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a painting of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with his hands on his back
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man in his underwear
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a painting of a man with his back to the camera