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

a man holding a cigarette in front of his face
a painting of a man with a towel around his neck
a painting of a man with a towel around his waist
a statue of a man with a towel around his neck
a painting of a man with a chain around his waist
a painting of a man with a towel around his neck
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a towel wrapped around his body
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms outstretched
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man in a hooded suit with a cross on his chest
a black and white drawing of a man with his arms stretched out
At the bustling Kuala Lumpur airport, Wing-Sun and his Mother say farewell to his father before he leaves for a six‐week business trip to London. We see Wing Sun and his mother from the back, as Father stands on the escalator going up to his departure gate, and turns toward us to wave goodbye. Many other passengers and children are standing around. The airport is modern and well lit.
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man launching a raft to escape the island. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
At a private school in Kuala Lumpur, 10 year old Wing Sun and his friends play a game of soccer in the schoolyard. The school's main building is visible and some teachers are looking on. Some schoolgirls are standing nearby.
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?
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man sailing a raft towards a larger island in the distance. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man launching a raft to escape the island. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
Inside an informal church in London. Wing Sun's father has been invited to attend with his counterpart from the office. He doesn't have anything else to do on Sunday morning, so he goes along. we are standing in the back of the room. There are many people of different ethnicities, the Pastor is standing up front alongside a worship leader with a guitar, and a young black woman, facing the audience. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, but Wing Sun's father feels a little uncomfortable.
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man sailing a raft towards a larger island in the distance. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
From a little distance, An island goddess spirit robed in green leaves observes a castaway man sailing a raft towards a larger island in the distance. The goddess spirit looks sad to see him leave and reaches a hand towards him but is unseen
New York City
A person's cherished memories
First century Palestine. Jesus walks away from the camera down a road that goes through town with several of His disciples. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. The other people are dressed like peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women in the group, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some children are playing near the roadside. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
First century Palestine. Jesus sits on a rock on a hillside teaching a large group of His disciples. The Sermon on the Mount. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. Jesus' face is kind, but intense, as He teaches. The other people are mostly peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women present, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some couples have also brought their children. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
First century Palestine. Jesus sits on a rock on a hillside teaching a large group of His disciples. The Sermon on the Mount. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. Jesus' face is kind, but intense, as He teaches. The other people are mostly peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women present, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some couples have also brought their children. The Sea of Galilee shines in the far distance.
First century Palestine. Jesus walks away from the camera along a road that goes through town with several of His disciples. Jesus wears a plain robe like most ordinary men. The other people are dressed like peasants, farmers, and tradesmen. There are also women in the group, wearing plain, everyday clothing. Some children are playing near the roadside. Merchants are selling their goods in booths along the road. There are houses along the road also. The road goes upward toward the Temple in the far distance.
Made a design of Astarte Canaanite Goddess with asherah poles on surrounding her. She sits on a throne with a lion on one side and a bull on the other of the throne. They sit on the edge of moonlight where love becomes force, and beauty becomes command. Below the image add the text "Healing Goddess" using an ancient style that recalls Greek script. Above the design add the text "ASARTE" Astarte is one of the oldest goddesses of the ancient Near East a celestial queen of love, fertility, war, and sovereignty. She rules with a gaze of starlight and hands that both heal and burn. The design is made to look like a pendant or medil honoring her radiant complexity. She is the mother goddess woman crowned with planets, adorned in sacred fire, and feared by kings. As the night star rises, so does her voice a hymn of sensuality, rebellion, and divine embodiment.
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Nearer to the city now, the bus thumps and bumps to a slower pace. Grinding gears mark spaces between dirty children, playing obliviously in the road. Neither village nor metropolis, outskirts have no identity: Just a blurry line of encroachment; a temporary half-life on the way to something more. Dust springs up from the tires of trucks headed both ways on the road. A little girl stands crying in a mud puddle; her brothers laughing from the sides. She has to learn rejection to participate in this brutal, belonging dance. A little life, and a little death for a product truly worthy of its name: a good woman is hard to find.
A singer hitting a high note
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
a painting of a man with no shirt on
Now, those captains must learn what the river will do when it makes that great turn out of sight. How it dashes them up on the rocks of the shore How it spins to the left and the right. It beats them and breaks them and crushes their pride Leaves them dizzy and sick and all jumbled inside ‘til they’ve all but forgotten that glorious ride lying flat on their deck in the sun. There they lie, drying out in the sun. As you round the point where the river was bent and survey the great wideness ahead, you can see all those captains alone on their decks, beat and broken and very near dead. Then the current takes hold and there’s naught you can do as it drags you down into its maw. Headed straight for those rocks, you make ready to crash but at last, you rise up, roll and yaw. Going back and away, then forward again, fearing each time, the rocks will prevail! You’re trapped in a cycling, circling tide, in an eddy withstanding a gale. But each time you circle that great whirling tide and you’ve not hit the rocks or been thrown to the side and you’re kept from the falls, cascading and wide, for the eddy’s small mercy give praise. Give the merciful currents your praise!
a man sitting on top of a tree stump
a statue of a man with clouds behind him
Urban anxiety
Alien on The Moon
a painting of a man sitting on a bench
a painting of a man with a robe on
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.