A Painting Of A Man With His Hands Behind His Back Art

a painting of a man holding his hands up
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.
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.
a statue of a man holding his hands to his head
a man holding a rope in his hands
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a man is jumping in the air with his hands in the air
a man leaning against a wall with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a statue of a man with his hands up
a man sitting in the dark with his hands folded in front of him
a man sitting in the dark with his hands on his knees
a painting of a man holding his hand to his head
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 arms outstretched
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a drawing of a man with a tree on his back
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a man in a tank top holding his hands out
a man holding a soccer ball in his hands
a painting of a man with a bird in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms spread out
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a man in a tank top holding out his hands
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.
a painting of a man with an eagle on his shoulders
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 with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man standing 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 a knife in his hand
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 with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with a hat on his head