A Statue Of A Man With A Knife In His Hand Art

Inside a home in Petaling Jaya, Wing-Sun, a 10 year old Chinese boy sits cross-legged on the cool tile floor, watching the delicate tendrils of smoke rise from the joss sticks his father has just placed in the family altar’s bronze urn. The flickering candlelight casts shifting shadows over the framed portraits of the ancestors, their solemn faces gazing out from another time. Wing-Sun's father, dressed in crisp slacks and a neatly pressed white shirt, murmurs a quiet prayer, his voice low and rhythmic. Beside him, Wing-Sun’s mother clasps her hands together in a quiet moment of respect before adjusting the jade bangle on her wrist. Their morning ritual is a quiet, practiced thing; one they perform, and Wing-Sun observes, every day.
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
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 with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man holding his hand to his head
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
a painting of a man holding a knife
a bronze statue of a man holding a cell phone
a bronze statue of a man holding a sword
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a man standing in the dark with his hand on his chin
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 man holding a rope in his hands
a man holding a rope in his hands
a painting of a man with his arms spread out
a painting of a man with his hands up in the air
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 covering his eyes
First century Palestine. Mid-morning in a rural area. The sun is warm and the atmosphere is positive. Jesus and His disciples walk along a country road that goes to Bethany. There are some trees shading part of the road ahead, and cultivated fields on either side of the road. Jesus, wears ordinary clothing like most men, and He’s talking to His disciples as the walk along. The disciples are listening intently to Jesus, and His face is kind, but intense. A farm house sits off to one side, and the town is visible in the distance.
a painting 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 man standing next to a statue on a pink and blue background
a statue of a man standing in a doorway
a statue of a man holding a basketball ball
a statue of a man holding a sword
a statue of a man holding a sword
a statue of a man holding a basketball ball
a statue of a man holding a sword
a statue of a man leaning against a stone wall
a statue of a man holding a ball
a statue of a man holding a cloth
a statue of a man holding a sword and shield