A Painting Of A Group Of People Walking Up Steps Art

portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
a painting of three people sitting at a table
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
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.
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
a painting of two people with a scarf around their neck
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man reaching up to the sky
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
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.