A Painting Of A Boy Eating Strawberries Next To A Cat Art

a painting of a boy eating strawberries next to a cat
a painting of a man standing next to a demon
a painting of a man standing next to a woman
a painting of a woman standing next to a truck
a painting of a man sitting next to a red fire hydrant
a painting of a man standing next to a woman
a painting of a man standing next to a demon
a painting of a man sitting next to a red fire hydrant
a painting of a woman standing next to a truck
a painting of a man standing next to a stair case
a painting of a man sitting next to a woman
a painting of a woman standing next to a truck
a painting of a young boy holding an apple
a painting of a boy running with a kite
Morning scene. A 10 year old chinese girl and boy stand together talking in the schoolyard at a private school in Kerinchi neighborhood, Kuala Lumpur. Several teachers are also there. A circle of other children are standing off to the side playing games and comparing Pokemon cards, etc.
Morning scene. A 10 year old chinese boy enters a train car at the platform on the MRT in Kuala Lumpur. We see him from the back. Other passengers are inside the train car and also waiting on the platform.
A 10 year old asian boy with his grandmother standing in front of the subway station in Kuala Lumpur. Getting ready to ride the train to school.
a painting of a boy flying a kite
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.
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 kneeling down next to a woman
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding a knife next to a dinosaur
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
Wing Sun is a 10 year old Malaysian boy. We see him from the back as he stands, looking down the street in the evening. The scent of mooncakes and burning lantern oil fills the air in the street in Petaling Jaya where Wing Sun lives. Everything is aglow with the soft light of lanterns, their colors reflected in the puddles left by the afternoon rain. At least 6 vendors have pulled their carts up onto the sidewalks on both sides of the street, selling moon pies and other special treats. Several of Wing-Sun's neighborhood friends, some younger than he and some a little older, were standing around in a circle, waiting for him to come outside.
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a dragon
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a demon
a painting of a man holding a mirror next to a woman
a painting of a man holding a sword next to a naked man
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.
Morning inside the classroom at a private school in Kuala Lumpur before class begins. Students stand next to their desks as the teacher, standing in front, leads them in the usual morning recitations of the five national principles, their voices blending into one: "Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan." (Belief in God.) "Kesetiaan kepada Raja dan Negara." (Loyalty to the King and Country.) "Keluhuran Perlembagaan." (Supremacy of the Constitution.) "Kedaulatan Undang-Undang." (Rule of Law.) "Kesopanan dan Kesusilaan." (Courtesy and Morality.) Wing-Sun repeats the words automatically, his eyes drift across the classroom, catching a glimpse of Siu-Zi, the new girl, standing in her usual spot near the window.
a painting of two people standing next to each other
a painting of two men standing next to each other
a painting of two men standing next to each other
a painting of two men standing next to each other
a painting of two people standing next to each other
a painting of two men sitting next to each other