“To Restrain Her Is To Restrain The Wind Or To Grasp Oil In One's Right Hand.” (Proverbs 27:16, Esv) Art

Express without words “And it came to pass, when Joshua was by Jericho, that he lifted up his eyes and looked, and, behold, there stood a man over against him with his sword drawn in his hand: and Joshua went unto him, and said unto him, Art thou for us, or for our adversaries?” (Joshua 5:13, KJVA)

“And I heard the number of them which were sealed: and there were sealed an hundred and forty and four thousand of all the tribes of the children of Israel. Of the tribe of Juda were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Reuben were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Gad were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Aser were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Nepthalim were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Manasses were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Simeon were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Levi were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Issachar were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Zabulon were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Joseph were sealed twelve thousand. Of the tribe of Benjamin were sealed twelve thousand.” (Revelation 7:4-8, KJV)

“And Moses took the bones of Joseph with him: for he had straitly sworn the children of Israel, saying, God will surely visit you; and ye shall carry up my bones away hence with you. And they took their journey from Succoth, and encamped in Etham, in the edge of the wilderness. And the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way; and by night in a pillar of fire, to give them light; to go by day and night:” (Exodus 13:19-21, KJV)

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.

A captivating photograph of a woman with long, flowing red hair, gracefully roller skating on a winding, undivided backroad in the Appalachian Mountains, reminiscent of Shell Creek Road in Roan Mountain, Tennessee. She is dressed in a vibrant 70s-inspired outfit featuring bell-bottom pants with a light blue and pink pattern of white horses, and a matching tunic-style top with bell sleeves and a square neckline, flared at the waist. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow, highlighting the lush green trees and distant mountain peaks. Her roller skates are a classic steel style. The overall mood is one of freedom, nostalgia, and natural beauty.

$An abstract fusion of the Capricorn constellation and a mountain being turned to ash. Ethereal hands stretching out against a "destroying mountain" as it rolls off a cosmic cliff. The colors are charcoal, deep bronze, and flickering fire-orange. No cornerstones remain; the geometry of the mountain is fracturing. Surrealist style, sharp edges, metallic highlights, symbolic of Jeremiah 51:24-26.$