A Man With His Hands On His Head Art

a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a painting of a man with his arms crossed
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 in the air with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a man is walking in the rain with his reflection in the water
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 alien with a gun in his hand
“For Yahweh is great and glorious in the midst of his Zion-people. He is exalted above all!” (Psalms 99:2, TPT)
a man holding a basketball in his right hand
a man holding a basketball in his right hand
First century Palestine. Mid-morning in a rural area. The sun is warm and the atmosphere is positive. Jesus and His disciples walk along a country road that goes to Bethany. There are some trees shading part of the road ahead, and cultivated fields on either side of the road. Jesus, wears ordinary clothing like most men, and He’s talking to His disciples as the walk along. The disciples are listening intently to Jesus, and His face is kind, but intense. A farm house sits off to one side, and the town is visible in the distance.
a man in a gladiator costume flexing his muscles
a man with his arms crossed posing for a picture
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a man with a surprised look on his face
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a man standing in the dark with his arms crossed
a man sitting on a red chair with his shirt off
a man holding a pair of scissors in his right hand
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
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.
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.
a painting of a man holding a rope over his head
Elijah the prophet wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood in the entrance of the cave.”
a man with a tattoo on his arm wearing boxing gloves
a man standing in a puddle with his arms crossed
a man sitting in a chair with his legs crossed
a man standing in the rain with his arms crossed
a statue of a man with his arms crossed
a painting of a man laying on his back
a man sitting on the ground flexing his muscles
a man with a tattoo on his arm holding a boxing glove
a man sitting in the dark with his arms crossed
a statue of a man with a rope around his neck
a statue of a man with his arms crossed
a man with a surprised look on his face
a man with a surprised look on his face