A Painting Of A Man With His Back To The Camera Art

a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with his hands behind his back
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 back
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
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 painting of a man laying on his back
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
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 painting of a man with an angel on his back
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
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 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 on his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air