A Painting Of A Man With His Hand On His Chest Art

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 holding a ball in his hand
a painting of a man holding a bird in his hand
a painting of a man holding a ball in his hand
a painting of a man holding a light in his hand
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 man holding two large knives in his hands
a man in a blue sweater covers his mouth with his hands
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
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.
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with no shirt standing next to two men
a painting of a man with suspenders and a shirt
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a helmet holding a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with a sword
a painting of a man with no shirt running
a painting of a man with a fist
a painting of a man with wings sitting on a rug
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with ripped jeans
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with wings sitting on the ground
a painting of a man with angel wings
a painting of a man with glasses smiling
a painting of a man with long hair
a painting of a man with long hair running
a painting of a man with wings sitting on a globe
a painting of a man with chains around his waist