A Statue Of A Man Holding His Hands To His Head Art

a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a man standing in a field with a bird on his arm
a painting of a man with a towel around his waist
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a shirtless man flexing his muscles
a painting of a man with a ring around his neck
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with a towel around his waist
a painting of a man with chains around his waist
a painting of a shirtless man flexing his muscles
a man sitting in a lotus position with a lit candle in his hand
a man standing in front of a gate with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with red and white paint on his face
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms crossed
a drawing of a man in armor with a sword and a bird on his arm
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a shirtless man laying on a rug flexing his muscles
a painting of a man with an american flag on his shirt
a painting of a man with a towel around his neck
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with a towel around his waist
a painting of a man with a chain around his waist
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with a towel around his neck
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a towel wrapped around his body
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man in a hooded suit with a cross on his chest
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms stretched out
Scholar with astronomical instruments
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.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Express without words “And the king stood by a pillar, and made a covenant before the LORD, to walk after the LORD, and to keep his commandments and his testimonies and his statutes with all their heart and all their soul, to perform the words of this covenant that were written in this book. And all the people stood to the covenant.” (2 Kings 23:3, KJV)
a statue of a man with clouds behind him
At a private school in Kuala Lumpur, 10 year old Wing Sun and his friends play a game of soccer in the schoolyard. The school's main building is visible and some teachers are looking on. Some schoolgirls are standing nearby.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, while the tropical rain taps softly against the window, Wing Sun, Mother and Grandmother gather in the cozy living room. The room glows with the soft light of an oil lamp, and the walls are adorned with faded photographs and delicate calligraphy. Grandmother’s eyes sparkle as she begins to speak—a voice that carries both the wisdom of her years and the tender care of someone who’s seen many seasons change. Wing Sun is pensive with anticipation. What will she say?
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.
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.
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man launching a raft to escape the island. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen