A sultry afternoon, moving into evening in the american south, circa 1970.  I see a quiet home surrounded by trees near a river, and on the wide front porch an older man sits in a rocking chair talking to his younger friend.  It's storytelling time.  The house is white shiplap siding, and the porch is peaceful and quiet.  An old dog lays down at the old man's feet. Glasses of iced tea are nearby.
 Life is good.
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A sultry afternoon, moving into evening in the american south, circa 1970. I see a quiet home surrounded by trees near a river, and on the wide front porch an older man sits in a rocking chair talking to his younger friend. It's storytelling time. The house is white shiplap siding, and the porch is peaceful and quiet. An old dog lays down at the old man's feet. Glasses of iced tea are nearby. Life is good.

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This watercolor portrait art style embraces the medium's fluidity for fresh, luminous portraits. Featuring transparent washes, wet-into-wet techniques, and strategic white space, it captures personality through spontaneous yet controlled paint flow.

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A sultry afternoon, moving into evening in the american south, circa 1970.  I see a quiet home surrounded by trees near a river, and on the wide front porch an older man sits in a rocking chair talking to his younger friend.  It's storytelling time.  The house is white shiplap siding, and the porch is peaceful and quiet.  An old dog lays down at the old man's feet. Glasses of iced tea are nearby.
 Life is good.
Southeast Asia.  Modern day.  Afternoon rain forces us into the coolness of the little house, surrounded by rice paddies, 
where Grandmother assembles strings of Christmas lights; bound for somewhere.
Young mother watches three children grow,
and wonders:  What will their lives be?
Can’t dream of what she’s never seen; can’t see what she can’t dream.
a birthday cake with lit candles surrounded by balloons and confetti, festive vertical composition, no text
a birthday cake with lit candles surrounded by balloons and confetti, festive vertical composition, no text
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.
In Penang, Malaysia.  Wing Sun's Grandmother is elderly and lives in Penang, on the island.  Grandma's house is in a quieter part of the island, closer to the coastline where the sea breeze can be felt through the wooden windows. It's near the ocean, in Tanjung Bungah where there are old-style homes and a slower pace of life.  There are many resort "homestay" hotels, and also some high-rise condos, but Grandmother's house has been there many years.  Wing-Sun's mother grew up in that house, near the beach, with the ocean breeze.  We see the house from down the street with Grandma standing in the doorway greeting us.