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

Inside a large office building in London, on the 5th floor, Wing Sun's father, a Chinese Malaysian man in his 30s, speaks to his counterpart in the company, and English man, about business. Other workers are seated at their desks and standing at a copy machine. There are some Black people, but mostly British. One whole wall of the room is glass and we can see something of London outside.
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his hands in the air
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with wings on his body
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.
a painting of a man with his arms spread out
a man sitting on the ground with his hand on his head
a man sitting on the ground with his hand on his head
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with a bird in his hand
a statue of a man with a hat on his head
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a statue of a man holding his hands to his head
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 a knife in his hand
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 a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man with a ball in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a painting of a man with a knife in his hand
a painting of a man with a sword in his hand
a man holding a rope in his hands
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 forgot to go away.
a painting of a man covering his eyes
a painting of a man with his hands up in the air
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.
a poster of a man with dreadlocks on his head
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.
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 forgot to go away.
a painting of a man with an eagle on his shoulders
a painting of a man with his arms in the air
a painting of a man standing with his arms crossed
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with his arms in the air