Battle Scene Art

wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery
wide landscape with natural scenery, no words
Wing Sun is a 10 year old Malaysian boy. We see him from the back as he stands, looking down the street in the evening. The scent of mooncakes and burning lantern oil fills the air in the street in Petaling Jaya where Wing Sun lives. Everything is aglow with the soft light of lanterns, their colors reflected in the puddles left by the afternoon rain. At least 6 vendors have pulled their carts up onto the sidewalks on both sides of the street, selling moon pies and other special treats. Several of Wing-Sun's neighborhood friends, some younger than he and some a little older, were standing around in a circle, waiting for him to come outside.
Hudson River School Art Style Style Transfer Example
house with front view
a painting of a group of hands holding a book
a tree in nature
a painting of nuts and bolts on a brown background
a painting of an older woman smiling
a painting of a man posing for a picture
a painting of a man sitting at a table with a laptop
a painting of a man and woman standing next to each other
a painting of three women sitting at a table writing
Hudson River School Art Style Style Transfer Example
urban street with city activity
bicyle resting against a wall
animal standing in natural pose
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of two people together
He came as a witness to testify to the light
still life with everyday objects
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
A young couple with two children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. The young father is pointing to somewhere in Africa. The young mother is wearing a backpack and carrying one of the children on her hip.
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
A young couple with two children stand in front of a wall-sized world map, facing the map. The young father is pointing to somewhere in Africa. The young mother is wearing a backpack and one of the children is a baby that she's carrying in her arms.
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 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.
So, you look at those captains and then at yourself and you wonder: “Why them, and not me?” As you paddle along in your pitiful state, a canoe you hope no one will see. But there’s just enough room for those trusted to you for safe passage, provisions, and tare. So, you keep to yourself, and you follow the shore, making passage for those in your care.
First century Palestine. Jesus sits on a rock on a hillside teaching a large group of His disciples. The Sermon on the Mount. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. Jesus' face is kind, but intense, as He teaches. The other people are mostly peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women present, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some couples have also brought their children. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
Now, we’ll all have our time on the rapid And we may end together, alone, going ‘round and about in an eddy bruised and broken and soaked to the bone. But the eddy keeps silent the wild current’s call alongside those now grateful captains and all we are given reprieve from a death at the fall as we move to and fro’ in the spin. We stand safe, as the spin takes us in.
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.
Out where the river runs wild and free and only the brave dare row; where the rapids are deep, and the challenge is fresh and it takes them where it means to go. With breakneck speed, grinning into the wind, standing straight on the bow of their craft, just a glimpse now and then of those captains you’ll catch flying by, near capsizing your raft. They’ve no time for advice to those standing on shore or to aid the ones just wading out, for their task is to pilot this current, they think, and it’s all they can do to stay out of the drink, and their lives could be gone in the space of a wink should they lose but a moment to doubt. Standing tall, they never must doubt!