Art Style: Analytical Cubism, avant-garde oil painting style reminiscent of Picasso and Braque. Subject: A dense, tangled thicket of Rhododendrons and Mountain Laurel bushes. Composition & Details: The entire natural scene is deconstructed into overlapping geometric planes, fractured shards, and intersecting angles. There are no curved lines; everything is rendered in cubes, cones, and trapezoids. The Rhododendrons: Large, showy flower trusses are broken into faceted crystalline structures of deep magenta, rose pink, and violet blocks, looking like explosions of colored quartz rather than soft petals. The Mountain Laurels: The smaller, intricate flowers are rendered as complex, repeating geometric star-patterns and angular cups in white and pale pink with distinct red polygonal markings. Foliage & Branches: The thick, leathery leaves are fragmented green triangles and parallelograms overlapping each other, creating a sense of depth without traditional perspective. The woody stems and branches are jagged, intersecting brown and grey cylinders that shatter across the frame. Color & Texture: A palette of muted earth tones—ochre, burnt umber, forest green, and slate grey—contrasted sharply with the jewel-toned facets of the flower colors. The finish should have a heavy, textured oil paint feel with visible palette knife marks and rough brushwork.
Neon-Futurism Digital Art Style, Bioluminescent Sci-Fi Cosmic Setting. A wide-angle "fisheye" view of the infinite cosmos. In the center, a massive, swirling nebula shaped like a celestial thumbprint, glowing with electric cyan and deep violet. Thousands of pinprick stars are being pulled toward the center of the thumbprint, creating a visual sense of gravitational attraction. The light-grid highway from previous scenes is visible at the very bottom, leading the eye directly into the heart of the cosmic swirl.
Style: A detailed, photorealistic character portrait in the style of high-fantasy historical cinema, focusing on texture, armor design, and facial structure. The Subject: A full-body portrait of a single Gibeonite lord. He is a figure of imposing, "giant" stature, standing significantly taller than an average human (suggesting 7+ feet), but his proportions are lithe, graceful, and powerful rather than bulky or brutish. Facial Features & Expression: He possesses a noble, almost ageless bearing reminiscent of an Elven lord, translated into ancient Near Eastern features. He has high, sculpted cheekbones, a strong aquiline nose, and intense, deep-set eyes that convey a calculating intelligence and ancient dignity. His expression is calm, watchful, and confident. Hair & Adornment: His long, dark hair is elaborately and precisely braided, woven with hammered bronze rings and polished beads of carnelian and lapis lazuli. Attire & Armor: He is dressed in attire that demonstrates advanced craftsmanship and sophistication. He wears a fitted breastplate of polished bronze, richly engraved with complex, swirling Canaanite motifs (stylized lions, gryphons, and geometric patterns). Beneath the armor, a tunic dyed deep Tyrian purple shows through. Weapons: At his hip hangs a massive, curved khopesh sword, scaled to his immense height, with a hilt carved from hippopotamus ivory and inlaid with gold. Pose & Lighting: He stands in a relaxed but formidable pose of authority, one hand resting on his sword hilt. The lighting is golden hour sunlight, catching the metallic sheen of the bronze armor and the intelligence in his eyes against a neutral, out-of-focus textured stone background.
Style: A detailed, photorealistic character portrait in the style of high-fantasy historical cinema, focusing on texture, armor design, and facial structure. The Subject: A full-body portrait of a single Gibeonite lord. He is a figure of imposing, "giant" stature, standing significantly taller than an average human (suggesting 7+ feet), but his proportions are lithe, graceful, and powerful rather than bulky or brutish. Facial Features & Expression: He possesses a noble, almost ageless bearing reminiscent of an Elven lord, translated into ancient Near Eastern features. He has high, sculpted cheekbones, a strong aquiline nose, and intense, deep-set eyes that convey a calculating intelligence and ancient dignity. His expression is calm, watchful, and confident. Hair & Adornment: His long, dark hair is elaborately and precisely braided, woven with hammered bronze rings and polished beads of carnelian and lapis lazuli. Attire & Armor: He is dressed in attire that demonstrates advanced craftsmanship and sophistication. He wears a fitted breastplate of polished bronze, richly engraved with complex, swirling Canaanite motifs (stylized lions, gryphons, and geometric patterns). Beneath the armor, a tunic dyed deep Tyrian purple shows through. Weapons: At his hip hangs a massive, curved khopesh sword, scaled to his immense height, with a hilt carved from hippopotamus ivory and inlaid with gold. Pose & Lighting: He stands in a relaxed but formidable pose of authority, one hand resting on his sword hilt. The lighting is golden hour sunlight, catching the metallic sheen of the bronze armor and the intelligence in his eyes against a neutral, out-of-focus textured stone background.
a man standing in the middle of a forest
a man and a woman standing in a forest
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith; and he that hath fellowship with a proud man shall be like unto him. (Sirach 13:1)
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith; and he that hath fellowship with a proud man shall be like unto him. (Sirach 13:1)
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith; and he that hath fellowship with a proud man shall be like unto him. (Sirach 13:1)
a painting of a man holding a silver ball
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith; and he that hath fellowship with a proud man shall be like unto him. (Sirach 13:1)
a painting of a man holding a ball
a man holding a rope in his hands
a young man leaning against a brick wall
a painting of a man standing in front of a group of people
Whimsical Storybook Illustration Style, Soft Pastel Color Palette, Dreamy Atmosphere. A charming, heartwarming scene featuring a magical creature, rendered with gentle textures and colored pencil lines. The Kitten: An impossibly fluffy, cream-colored kitten with enormous, round, sparkling blue eyes and tiny pink paws. It is sitting upright on a soft, mossy cloud, looking at its tail with a delighted, surprised expression. The Wings: Sprouting from its back are two small, incredibly soft angel wings with white feathers that have a gentle, pearlescent sheen. They look slightly too big for its tiny body, giving it a clumsy sort of grace. The Magic Tail (The Wand): The tail is long and expressive. Instead of a normal furry tip, the end of its tail is a swirling, glowing orb of concentrated magical energy—soft golds, rosy pinks, and powder blues. The kitten is swishing its tail forward just like a wizard waves a wand.
Whimsical Storybook Illustration Style, Soft Pastel Color Palette, Dreamy Atmosphere. A charming, heartwarming scene featuring a magical creature, rendered with gentle textures and colored pencil lines. The Kitten: An impossibly fluffy, cream-colored kitten with enormous, round, sparkling blue eyes and tiny pink paws. It is sitting upright on a soft, mossy cloud, looking at its tail with a delighted, surprised expression. The Wings: Sprouting from its back are two small, incredibly soft angel wings with white feathers that have a gentle, pearlescent sheen. They look slightly too big for its tiny body, giving it a clumsy sort of grace. The Magic Tail (The Wand): The tail is long and expressive. Instead of a normal furry tip, the end of its tail is a swirling, glowing orb of concentrated magical energy—soft golds, rosy pinks, and powder blues. The kitten is swishing its tail forward just like a wizard waves a wand.
a painting of a man and woman sitting next to each other
a painting of a man standing in front of a group of people
a painting of a man standing next to a woman
a painting of a man holding a sword
a painting of a man standing in front of a doorway
a statue of a man with clouds behind him
a man and a woman are standing in front of a space background
a man in a black wrestling suit posing for a picture
a painting of a man with no shirt on
a man standing in front of a green wall
a man standing in front of a fence with his hands in the air
two people taking a selfie in a mirror
a man in a black coat standing in front of a blue and orange background
Inside an informal church in Kuala Lumpur. Wing Sun and his father and mother, along with Siu Zi, his friend from school are there together. We are standing in the back of the room, and there are many more people than there were in the London church. There are people of different ethnicities, but mostly Chinese Malaysian. The Pastor, a Chinese man, is standing up front speaking to the congregation, facing them. The atmosphere is hot and sweaty, with ceiling fans running, but still welcoming, Wing Sun is happy that his family is together and also that his friend Siu Zi, who he has just learned is a Christian, can be there too.
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.
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.
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.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, while the tropical rain taps softly against the window, Wing Sun, Mother and Grandmother gather in the cozy living room. The room glows with the soft light of an oil lamp, and the walls are adorned with faded photographs and delicate calligraphy. Grandmother’s eyes sparkle as she begins to speak—a voice that carries both the wisdom of her years and the tender care of someone who’s seen many seasons change. Wing Sun is pensive with anticipation. What will she say?
At her Mother's house in Penang, Wing Sun's mother, a beautiful chinese woman in her 30s, is standing in her bedroom looking out the window at night. We see her from a quarter view inside the room. She is pensive and an air of tension fills the room as she remembers growing up in this house. Her hair is long and black, and she's wearing her housecoat. A lantern gives low light inside the room. It's raining outside.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, Wing Sun is seated at a table in the dining room, with the kitchen in view. Grandmother is sitting at the table telling Wing Sun a story from the Bible. The house is cozy, and it's raining outside. There is an air of suspense, but Wing Sun feels safe and secure.
At his Grandmother's house in Penang, Wing Sun is lying down on a futon in his bedroom, covered up with a beautiful lightweight quilt Grandma made. Outside his room the rain is coming down. In Penang, every corner of the old town—every whisper of the wind through ancient trees—seems to echo with promises of renewal and love. And as the rain softens outside, Wing-Sun closes his eyes with the comforting knowledge that every detour, every farewell, is simply a step toward a new beginning. A lantern gives soft light to the room, and all is quiet.
At a private school in Kuala Lumpur, 10 year old Wing Sun and his friends play a game of soccer in the schoolyard. The school's main building is visible and some teachers are looking on. Some schoolgirls are standing nearby.
Mr. Chen has arranged for the little family to cross secretly into Hong Kong—a place known for its bright skyline and bustling streets. Under the cover of darkness and with careful planning, Siu Zi, her father and Grandmother, along with Mr. Chen have boarded a small boat that carries them silently across the water. The sea is calm, its surface reflecting a tapestry of starlight, as if the heavens themselves are guiding them. Siu-Zi lies nestled between her father and grandmother, wrapped up in blankets, in the forward part of an open boat with quiet motors propelling them along. Their is an air of mystery and tension.
Father and Grandmother with Siu Zi leaving their home in a Guangzhou street in the dark of night. There is an air of secrecy. Siu Zi clutches her small bag, its contents little more than a few treasured keepsakes and faded photographs. Her father’s reassuring hand on her shoulder, and the soft presence of her grandmother at his side, give her the courage to move forward. A taxi waits down the street to take them to the train.
Siu Zi is a 10 year old Chinese girl in Guangzhou. Late one humid evening, Siu Zi's father meets with a discreet man known simply as Mr. Chen. In a quiet corner of a small teahouse near the back alleys of Guangzhou, Mr. Chen explains, in careful whispers, how he can help the family obtain the documents they needed to leave the country safely. Other patrons are in the teahouse, and a waiter stands nearby, but nobody can hear what Mr. Chen is saying. It's safe to talk here.