A Statue Of A Man With A Long Flowing Hair Art

a bronze statue of a man holding a basketball
a bronze statue of a man standing in a doorway
a bronze statue of a man in a frame
still life with everyday objects
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
still life
serene landscape with mountains and water
Plasma Globe Portraiture Style Transfer Example
house with front view
wide landscape with natural scenery
portrait of two people together
Still life
Model in flowing red gown on marble stairs
First confession under cherry blossoms
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 drawing 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 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 a fist
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
I sat, long ago, on an Asian hill with a Shakya Mundi friend, and watched the autumn leaves fall down from high above, giants in the forest casting off their wakefulness, falling progressively into winter’s long, white sleep. “The important thing to know about trees” he said, “is that they are most beautiful in autumn; just before the winter snow. They live and grow through the entire year just for these brief moments of stunning beauty. We are like that.” He said, “but we have only one autumn, and a very long winter.”
Lady with flowers
Lovers on castle balcony
a wooden statue of a man doing a yoga pose
a bronze statue of a man holding his hands up
New York City
Two dancers in embrace
olive-skinned dark-haired Jesus, heaven, dove, river
Life is all around for us to hold. Spring will come again when we forget the winter cold. Soon will be the summer, when the evenings linger long with jokes and quips and camping trips, a kindred summer song. The time won’t last forever, we can see; still, we should learn the lesson of the tree. In winter snow or summer’s long good-bye, trees keep reaching upward to the sky.
First love confession
a black and white photo of a statue of a man
a black and white photo of a statue of a man
New York City