A Man With A Knife In His Hand Art

a man with his hands on his face
a man with his hands on his hips
a drawing of a man with a basketball in his hand
a statue of a man with a basketball in his hand
a man standing with his hands on his hips
a man with his hands on his head
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, Wing Sun is lying down on a futon in his bedroom, covered up with a beautiful lightweight quilt Grandma made. Outside his room the rain is coming down. In Penang, every corner of the old town—every whisper of the wind through ancient trees—seems to echo with promises of renewal and love. And as the rain softens outside, Wing-Sun closes his eyes with the comforting knowledge that every detour, every farewell, is simply a step toward a new beginning. A lantern gives soft light to the room, and all is quiet.
a painting of a man holding his hands over a book
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a painting of a man with his hands on his back
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands behind his back
a painting of a man with his hands on his chest
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.
At the bustling Kuala Lumpur airport, Wing-Sun and his Mother say farewell to his father before he leaves for a six‐week business trip to London. We see Wing Sun and his mother from the back, as Father stands on the escalator going up to his departure gate, and turns toward us to wave goodbye. Many other passengers and children are standing around. The airport is modern and well lit.
a man with a knife standing in the dark
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a demon with a sword in his hand
an alien with a gun in his hand
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a painting of a man holding his hand to his head
Father and Grandmother with Siu Zi leaving their home in a Guangzhou street in the dark of night. There is an air of secrecy. Siu Zi clutches her small bag, its contents little more than a few treasured keepsakes and faded photographs. Her father’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, and the soft presence of her grandmother at his side, give her the courage to move forward. A taxi waits down the street to take them to the train.
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a man standing in the dark with his hand on his chin
a man holding a knife in front of a monster