A Statue Of A Man Holding His Hands Up Art

a man holding a knife next to another man
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding a white ball
a painting of a man holding a knife next to a dinosaur
a painting of a man holding two swords
a painting of a man holding a sword next to another man
a painting of a woman holding a sword
a drawing of a woman holding a sword
a painting of a demon holding a sword and a lantern
First century Palestine. Jesus walking away from the camera with 2 of His disciples. The Temple sits high on a hill in the distance with the road going up to it. Merchants and houses line the road. People are coming and going both ways.
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 person holding a book and a magnifying glass
a painting of a demon holding a sword
a drawing of a woman holding a sword
a painting of a woman holding a bow and arrow
a drawing of a woman holding a sword
a drawing of a troll holding a baseball bat and a skull
a drawing of a woman holding a sword
a man with his arms spread out in front of a dark background
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a man holding a knife in a dark room
a shirtless man holding a baseball bat in the dark
a man smoking a cigarette while holding a cell phone
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding two swords
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a shirtless man holding a rope in a yard
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man sailing a raft towards a larger island in the distance. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
a painting of a man with a horned head holding a sword
Morning city scene in Petaling Jaya. A 10 year old chinese boy and his grandmother. As they weave through the narrow sidewalk, taxis zip by, buses screech to a halt at stoplights, motorbikes wend their way through the stopped traffic, trying to get a head start when the light turns green. People in the informal businesses set up along the sidewalks call out greetings in a mix of Cantonese, Malay, and English. The sky, still soft with the remnants of dawn, and yet already heavy with humid heat, hinted at another sweltering afternoon ahead.
a bronze statue of two men standing next to each other
a drawing of a woman holding two swords
An island goddess spirit observes a castaway man on a beach making a shelter
a shirtless man climbing up a metal structure
a close up of a menu with a price label on it
a shirtless man climbing up a metal ladder
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
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.
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves covertly observes a castaway man on a beach making a shelter