Battle Of Angels And Demons Art

portrait of two people together
a statue of a man leaning against a stone wall
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man holding a ball
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a castle on top of a hill
portrait of two people together
portrait of two people together
a painting of a group of men riding horses
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man doing a trick on a skateboard
portrait of two people together
a statue of a man with a cape on 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 his arms crossed
a sticker of a girl with a basket of flowers and a cat
a statue of a man holding a cloth
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 on a cross with wings
a painting of a man with wings on a path
a painting of a boy flying a kite
a painting of a man in a naked pose
a painting of a man in a dark room
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a person sitting at a table with books and a cup of coffee
a painting of a woman in a tank top
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a family posing for a picture
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a man sitting on top of a tree stump
a painting of an angel with a sword
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.
a shirtless man standing in front of a fence