Sleeping Cat Art

still life with everyday objects
wide landscape with natural scenery
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
serene landscape with mountains and water
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
serene landscape with mountains and water
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
Garden
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
still life arrangement of fruits and flowers
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
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.