Still Life Art

Scholar's mortality
bicyle resting against a wall
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
serene landscape with mountains and water
bicyle resting against a wall
portrait of two people together
urban street with city activity
portrait of two people together
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
serene landscape with mountains and water
wide landscape with natural scenery
TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
Guitar player with newspaper collage
A RUGGED MAN, TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
A RUGGED MAN, TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
A MOBSTER MAN, TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
Bioluminescent jungle planet
Taj Mahal
A MOBSTER MAN, WITH A BEARD TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
A MOBSTER MAN, WITH A BEARD TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
New York City
Los Angeles
A MOBSTER MAN, WITH A BEARD TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
A MOBSTER MAN, WITH A BEARD AND A BALD HEAD TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
A MOBSTER MAN, WITH A BEARD AND A BALD HEAD TESTIFY ABOUT YOUR LIFE HIDDEN IN CHRIST
Slice of life
Slice of life
Slice of life
Slice of life
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
Quamez live a great loyal life
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
Slice of life scene
Slice of life scene
Flower of Life mandala
"Abandoned nursery" - decrepit children's room with one rocking chair still moving, peeling wallpaper revealing disturbing drawings.
Ceramic piece with undulating, life-like surfaces in the art style of Biomorphism --v 6.1
Ceramic piece with undulating, life-like surfaces in the art style of Biomorphism --v 6.1
Ceramic piece with undulating, life-like surfaces in the art style of Biomorphism --v 6.1