An Alien With A Gun In His Hand Art

a man standing in the dark with his hand on his chin
a statue of a man holding his hands to his head
a man holding a rope in his hands
a man holding a rope in his hands
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 painting of a man with his arms outstretched
a painting of a man with wings on his body
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.
a painting of a man with his arms spread out
a man sitting in a lotus position with a lit candle in his hand
a painting of a man with his hands up in the air
a statue of a man with his hands up
a man sitting in the dark with his hands folded in front of him
a man sitting in the dark with his hands on his knees
Space mage with energy staff
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a painting of a man holding his hands up
a man in a tank top holding his hands out
a man holding a soccer ball in his hands
a painting of a man covering his eyes
a bronze statue of a man holding his hands up
a man holding a cigarette in front of his face
Battle cruiser entering nebula
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.
Alien World Sci-Fi Art Style Transfer Example
Volume 1 – Chapter 1: “Running Away” Story Points: Ji Hun is bored and unhappy with his life in the band “Forever.” Inner thoughts reveal his frustration and desire to escape. He decides to run away; changes his appearance with a ginger curly wig and glasses to hide his identity. Ji Hun sneaks out, but security guards notice him and start chasing him. While running, he accidentally bumps into Min Joon, a girl with long curly black hair, wearing a hoodie and baggy jeans. They fall on the ground. Min Joon helps him up and insists on taking him to her home to relax. She offers him tea and biscuits; they start talking. Ji Hun lies and says his name is “Jin” and that he is an accountant. He notices posters of his band “Forever” in her room and realizes she is a fan. Min Joon praises Ji Hun’s voice, making him shy. Ji Hun talks about never enjoying life; Min Joon promises to teach him how to enjoy life. Ji Hun hesitates, worried about being recognized, but she reassures him. He agrees to go with her. Min Joon prepares to take him outside, setting up the transition to Chapter 2 (car ride and amusement park). Page/Panel Flow Suggestions: Pages 1–3: Ji Hun’s frustration, morning in the band dorm, decision to escape. Pages 4–5: Ji Hun changing disguise. Pages 6–8: Running and being chased by security guards. Pages 9–12: Collision with Min Joon, first meeting. Pages 13–16: Min Joon taking him home, tea and biscuits scene. Pages 17–20: Conversation about Ji Hun’s unhappiness, Min Joon promising to show him joy.
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.
a statue of a man holding his hands up
a man holding a silver ball in his hands
house with front view
portrait of two people together
animal standing in natural pose
still life with everyday objects
wide landscape with natural scenery
bicyle resting against a wall
a tree in nature
Retro Futurism Sci-Fi Art Style Transfer Example
portrait of a person with expressive eyes
Retro Futurism Sci-Fi Art Style Transfer Example
Express without words “And the king stood by a pillar, and made a covenant before the LORD, to walk after the LORD, and to keep his commandments and his testimonies and his statutes with all their heart and all their soul, to perform the words of this covenant that were written in this book. And all the people stood to the covenant.” (2 Kings 23:3, KJV)
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.
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.