A Painting Of A Creature With A Mushroom On Its Head Art

urban street with city activity
a group of birds sitting on top of a tree branch
a painting of a man and a woman
a painting of a man with no shirt on
a painting of a man with no shirt on
a painting of a man with no shirt on
a woman with a blue light on her face
bicyle resting against a wall
portrait of two people together
a painting of a man standing in a doorway
a painting of a man and woman posing for a picture
a painting of a man doing a kickbox pose
A koi pond seen from above, orange and white koi fish swimming among lily pads, clear water with subtle ripples, fallen cherry blossom petals floating on the surface, dappled sunlight
bicyle resting against a wall
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.
a painting of a woman writing on a piece of paper
house with front view
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.
Skull with violin and dying roses
Large gestural artwork created on the floor in the art style of Action Painting --v 6.1
Large gestural artwork created on the floor in the art style of Action Painting --v 6.1
bicyle resting against a wall
serene landscape with mountains and water
bicyle resting against a wall
a tree in nature
urban street with city activity
bicyle resting against a wall
3 men and 2 women sitting around a table with study materials and cups of tea and coffee studying their Bible together writing in journals and using iPads and laptops.
urban street with city activity
a painting of a man laying on a couch
urban street with city activity
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.
serene landscape with mountains and water
house with front view
urban street with city activity
a painting of a man and a demon
serene landscape with mountains and water
bicyle resting against a wall
bicyle resting against a wall
urban street with city activity
serene landscape with mountains and water
wide landscape with natural scenery