A Man Is Walking In The Rain With His Reflection In The Water Art

a painting of a man with his head in his hands
a painting of a man with his head in his hands
a man with his hands on his head
a man standing with his hands on his hips
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
Paris
a painting of a group of people walking up a hill
Without words create: Wherefore (as the Holy Ghost saith, To day if ye will hear his voice, (Hebrews 3:7 KJVA)
Judges 20:8-12 (KJV) 8 And all the people arose as one man, saying, We will not any of us go to his tent, neither will we any of us turn into his house. 9 But now this shall be the thing which we will do to Gibeah; we will go up by lot against it; 10 And we will take ten men of an hundred throughout all the tribes of Israel, and an hundred of a thousand, and a thousand out of ten thousand, to fetch victual for the people, that they may do, when they come to Gibeah of Benjamin, according to all the folly that they have wrought in Israel. 11 So all the men of Israel were gathered against the city, knit together as one man. 12 And the tribes of Israel sent men through all the tribe of Benjamin, saying, What wickedness is this that is done among you?
Luminous Storybook Illustration Style, Rich Color Saturation, Magical Realism. A dramatic, painterly scene capturing the precise moment of tragic error on an old, mossy stone bridge spanning a calm river at sunset. The Reality (The Dog on the Bridge): A scruffy, hungry-looking terrier stands frozen mid-snarl on the edge of the bridge, looking downward. Its mouth is wide open in an aggressive bark. Suspended in mid-air, just inches below its open jaws, a real, decent-sized meaty bone is falling toward the water. The dog’s expression is a mix of greed and sudden confusion. The Illusion (The Reflection): The surface of the river below is glassy and still, acting like a perfect, deceptive mirror. The reflection shows the same dog, but the reflected bone in its mouth appears impossibly huge, glistening, and juicier than the real one. The reflection is almost hypnotically bright, brighter than the reality above the water. The warm golden light of the setting sun makes the water shimmer invitingly.
Luminous Storybook Illustration Style, Rich Color Saturation, Magical Realism. A dramatic, painterly scene capturing the precise moment of tragic error on an old, mossy stone bridge spanning a calm river at sunset. The Reality (The Dog on the Bridge): A scruffy, hungry-looking terrier stands frozen mid-snarl on the edge of the bridge, looking downward. Its mouth is wide open in an aggressive bark. Suspended in mid-air, just inches below its open jaws, a real, decent-sized meaty bone is falling toward the water. The dog’s expression is a mix of greed and sudden confusion. The Illusion (The Reflection): The surface of the river below is glassy and still, acting like a perfect, deceptive mirror. The reflection shows the same dog, but the reflected bone in its mouth appears impossibly huge, glistening, and juicier than the real one. The reflection is almost hypnotically bright, brighter than the reality above the water. The warm golden light of the setting sun makes the water shimmer invitingly.
The first approached the elephant and happening to fall against his broad and study side at once began to bawl, God bless me but the elephant is very like a wall. Show a blind man falling against the side of the elephant.
Wherefore as the Holy Ghost saith, To day if ye will hear his voice, harden not your hearts.. (Hebrews 3:7-8a KJV)
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, while the tropical rain taps softly against the window, Wing Sun, Mother and Grandmother gather in the cozy living room. The room glows with the soft light of an oil lamp, and the walls are adorned with faded photographs and delicate calligraphy. Grandmother’s eyes sparkle as she begins to speak—a voice that carries both the wisdom of her years and the tender care of someone who’s seen many seasons change. Wing Sun is pensive with anticipation. What will she say?
A sunset over water
a man sitting on the ground with his hand on his head
a painting of a man in his underwear
a painting of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with an angel on his back
a painting of a man with a cross on his chest
a painting of a shirtless man with his hands on his chest
a painting of a man with his hands on his back
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a poster of a man with dreadlocks on his head
a painting of a man with a turban on his head
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his hands on his head
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a drawing of a man with a tree on his back
a drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
Southeast Asia. Modern day. This morning the sound of traffic in the street, scooters and tuk-tuks, taxis and trucks, was so loud I couldn’t hear my dream. So I turned it off and went dowstairs. Taking in diesel fumes ‘til it hurt to breathe, I found a hawker-stall and ate. It’s 100 degrees already; soon the rain will come.
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 wide, cinematic shot of six valiant ancient Hebrew warriors, the sons of Tola, standing in a vast desert valley. Each man is dressed in majestic tunics and sashes of deep scarlet, representing the Tola (scarlet worm) dye.Uzzi (My Strength): A massive, hulking commander in bronze-plated leather armor, prominently holding a modern tactical Uzi submachine gun with gold-inlay Hebrew engravings. Jahmai (God Guards): Wrapped in a shimmering, protective golden aura that glows against his red robes. Jibsam (Fragrant): Holding a golden censer emitting thick, fragrant clouds of white and scarlet-tinted incense. Shemuel (Heard of God): Posed in a moment of stillness, hand cupped to his ear as a faint golden light enters his mind. Jeriel (Founded by God): Standing firmly atop a massive, ancient cornerstone carved with kermes oak branches. Rephaiah (God Heals): Holding a wooden staff entwined with medicinal herbs and blooming red flowers. In the background, a massive army of 22,600 soldiers, all wearing scarlet standards, stretches to the horizon. High-contrast lighting, dramatic sunset, grit and hyper-detail, 8k resolution, biblical epic style. No text or letters on screen. Each man should look unique not cloned.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, Wing Sun is seated at a table in the dining room, with the kitchen in view. Grandmother is sitting at the table telling Wing Sun a story from the Bible. The house is cozy, and it's raining outside. There is an air of suspense, but Wing Sun feels safe and secure.
serene landscape with mountains and water