A Man Sitting In The Dark With His Hands On His Knees Art

a man sitting on a red chair with his shirt off
First century Jerusalem at the "gate beautiful" to the temple grounds. Peter and John were going up to the temple at the hour of prayer, the ninth hour. And a man lame from birth was being carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple that is called the Beautiful Gate to ask alms of those entering the temple. Seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple, he asked to receive alms. And Peter directed his gaze at him, as did John, and said, “Look at us.” And he fixed his attention on them, expecting to receive something from them. But Peter said, “I have no silver and gold, but what I do have I give to you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk!” And he took him by the right hand and raised him up, and immediately his feet and ankles were made strong.
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a man with a towel on his head is dancing in the dark
a painting of a man with his hands up in the air
a statue of a man with his hands up
a man sitting in a chair with his legs crossed
a man sitting on the ground flexing his muscles
a man sitting against a wall with his hand up
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a painting of a man holding his hands up
a man in a tank top holding his hands out
a man holding a soccer ball in his hands
a man standing in the dark with his shirt off
a drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
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.
An Asian Slice At the dark end of an alley on a moonless night, A youth squats low to the ground, turned toward the wall with his face in his lap. Someone might think he’s sleeping. He’s smoking heroin. Soon he’ll fall over and soil himself, and stay right there until dawn. Back at the neon-lit mouth of this dark alley, hookers walk back and forth, hurrying to get past the alley, either for fear or because is smells so bad. Eyelids, all painted golden, Asian whores always look like they’re made of candy. Candy it is; but a snarling cat awaits its prey.
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a man holding a silver ball in his hands
a man standing in the dark with his arms crossed
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
a shirtless man holding a rope in his hands
a man is jumping in the air with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with a crown on his head
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a statue of a man covering his face with his hands
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with wings on his body
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with a cross on his chest
a man leaning against a wall with his hands behind his head
a painting of a man with an angel on his back
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man holding his hand to his head
a painting of a man with his arms in the air
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.