A Man Sitting On The Ground With His Hand On His Head Art

a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
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 a sword in his hand
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.
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 alien with a gun in his hand
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a painting of a man and a woman sitting on the ground
a man holding a pair of scissors in his right hand
Morning city scene in Petaling Jaya. A 10 year old chinese boy and his grandmother. As they weave through the narrow sidewalk, taxis zip by, buses screech to a halt at stoplights, motorbikes wend their way through the stopped traffic, trying to get a head start when the light turns green. People in the informal businesses set up along the sidewalks call out greetings in a mix of Cantonese, Malay, and English. The sky, still soft with the remnants of dawn, and yet already heavy with humid heat, hinted at another sweltering afternoon ahead.
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a man standing in the dark with his shirt off
a man standing in the dark with his hands in his pockets
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a man posing for a picture with his shirt off
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a man is jumping in the air with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a drawing of a man with a bird on his shoulder
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man in the air with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man holding a rope over his head
The San Gorgonio Pass, Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost and granite. Snake-like clouds adorning her peak, I gaze past the big white house toward her uplifted boulders. And at the South, Mt. San Jacinto has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue sky backdrop. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: They accentuate the Sonora desert’s west extreme, and last night’s moon, high up on the left, forgot to go away.
An outdoor scene on a street in town. A White Mom and African-American Dad with their two Asian children are sitting at a sidewalk cafe. The mood is warm and safe. Everyone has a drink. Mom and Dad are talking to the boy, who is making a fuss. He is unhappy about something, and crying. His sister is looking on. Dad is about to say something.
a man with a surprised look on his face
a man standing in the dark with his arms crossed
a statue of a man with a rope around his neck
a man with a surprised look on his face is surrounded by soap bubbles
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a man sitting on a chair with a turtle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with wings sitting on the ground