A Woman Riding On The Back Of A Horse Art

a woman riding on the back of a horse
a man riding on the back of a horse
a man riding on the back of a horse
Southeast Asia. Modern day. Back out on the open plain, our bus hurtles toward the city. Smokestacks and temples rise up from the earth; two visions competing for the sky. The woman on my right holds a chicken in her lap; rural wealth for a city friend? On my left a Buddhist priest sits in quiet repose and presides over the world.
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
a painting of a group of men riding horses
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
A highly realistic and historically accurate image set in the deep, waterlogged mud of the Texas Cross Timbers (Montague County) in 1840. The scene captures the frustrating moment when the Chihuahua Traders caravan is completely stuck. Foreground focus is on several heavy, wooden Conestoga freight wagons, mired up to their axles in dark, thick mud. Exhausted oxen are straining and distressed, their drivers in rough frontier attire attempting to free the wheels with ropes and levers. In the mid-ground, a small group of the American equestrian circus performers stands next to their distinctive, high-quality riding horses, which are visibly more refined than the typical pack animals. The performers are dressed in sturdy but distinct traveling clothes, looking ill-equipped and frustrated by the muddy conditions. One performer is carefully securing a colorful carriage or cart containing unique circus props, struggling to keep it from sinking. The overall mood is one of miserable delay and hardship. Cloudy, oppressive sky; detailed realism; wide-angle shot; dark, moody lighting.
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.
Horse
a black and white drawing of a man riding a horse
Mystic's divine union
Joseph walking next to Mary that pregnant riding on a donkey to Bethlehem
Valkyrie on winged horse
a black and white drawing of a man riding a horse
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 riding a bike on a beach
a painting of a man riding a bicycle
a statue of a man on a horse
Galloping horses
A man and woman long distance thinking about each other
Ancient Jerusalem scene during the feast of passover. Pilgrims have gathered inside the gate, preparing for departure back home. Looking from inside the city toward the road that goes back to home, work, and ordinary life.
Woman
New York City
Wheat field with distant mountains
Los Angeles
A forest with hidden spirits
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.
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.
Dark sorceress in throne room
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
a painting of a man with his back to the camera
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
Sleeping cat
A musician with guitar
Noble woman with landscape
Woman with green shadows
Woman with flowing hair
It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than with a brawling woman and in a wide house.
The Dagda, powerful Celtic god, standing with a massive, muscular horse at his side. Earthy robes, bronze and gold torc, long dark hair, commanding presence. Horses moving in the background like living wealth of the land. Misty forest or rolling hills, dawn light piercing fog, mythic realism, cinematic Celtic fantasy, raw authority, natural textures.