A Man Sitting In The Dark With His Hands Folded In Front Of Him Art

a painting of a man in his underwear
a drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
a man with his arms crossed posing for a picture
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
a painting of a man with an eagle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with a turban on his head
a man posing for a picture with his shirt off
a poster of a man with dreadlocks on his head
a man with a surprised look on his face is surrounded by soap bubbles
a man posing for a picture with his boxing gloves on
A 10 year old asian boy with his grandmother standing in front of the subway station in Kuala Lumpur. Getting ready to ride the train to school.
Scholar with astronomical instruments
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a statue of a man with a rope around his neck
a painting of a man holding his head
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a statue of a man holding a ball on his head
a man standing in a puddle with his arms crossed
a man standing in the rain with his arms crossed
a statue of a man with his arms crossed
a man with a surprised look on his face
a man with a tattoo on his arm holding a boxing glove
a man with a surprised look on his face
a painting of a man laying on his back
a man with a surprised look on his face
A young couple with two children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. The young father is pointing to somewhere in Africa. The young mother is wearing a backpack and carrying one of the children on her hip.
house with front view
house with front view
Morning inside the classroom at a private school in Kuala Lumpur before class begins. Students stand next to their desks as the teacher, standing in front, leads them in the usual morning recitations of the five national principles, their voices blending into one: "Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan." (Belief in God.) "Kesetiaan kepada Raja dan Negara." (Loyalty to the King and Country.) "Keluhuran Perlembagaan." (Supremacy of the Constitution.) "Kedaulatan Undang-Undang." (Rule of Law.) "Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan." (Courtesy and Morality.) Wing-Sun repeats the words automatically, his eyes drift across the classroom, catching a glimpse of Siu-Zi, the new girl, standing in her usual spot near the window.
house with front view
I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, * and he will be my Savior. Therefore you shall draw water with rejoicing * from the springs of salvation.
house with front view
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, while the tropical rain taps softly against the window, Wing Sun, Mother and Grandmother gather in the cozy living room. The room glows with the soft light of an oil lamp, and the walls are adorned with faded photographs and delicate calligraphy. Grandmother’s eyes sparkle as she begins to speak—a voice that carries both the wisdom of her years and the tender care of someone who’s seen many seasons change. Wing Sun is pensive with anticipation. What will she say?
At a private school in Kuala Lumpur, 10 year old Wing Sun and his friends play a game of soccer in the schoolyard. The school's main building is visible and some teachers are looking on. Some schoolgirls are standing nearby.
A bat hunting moths at night
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.
house with front view