A Painting Of A Man With An Eagle On His Shoulders Art

a painting of a man with an eagle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with an american flag on his shirt
a painting of a man with an angel on his back
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 wings on his body
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
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 drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
a painting of a man with his hand on his chest
a painting of a man with his hand on his head
a painting of a man with a crown on his head
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 a hat on his head
a painting of a man with a cross on his chest
a painting of a man with a turban on his head
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
First century Jerusalem at the "gate beautiful" to the temple grounds. Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong.
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
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 on his chest
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with red and white paint on his face
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a shirtless man with his hands on his chest
a painting of a man with his head in his hands
a painting of a man with his head in his hands
a painting of a man laying on his back
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 with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms in the air
a painting of a man standing with his arms crossed
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 his back to the camera