S E X Y P I N K
From the Facebook page of Jal Khan
Completed mural at the National Library Port of Spain Trinidad West Indies.
A gift from the people of Columbia. Photography by Jal Khan
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In 1987, the Kien family stood on a red dirt road in a refugee camp called Site 2 somewhere along the border of Cambodia and Thailand. With their loved ones scattered, their home displaced, and their country suffused in violence, they place their hopes on a vague future. Absurd events become strangely, sadly common. Fate, or luck, or kindness brings them safe passage across the sea to Boston, MA; Montréal, QC; and finally, Bradenton, FL, a few minutes away from where this wall stands.
The youngest of the four depicted is our friend Anhdi. Today, he lives in Bradenton with his wife and three kids, who we invited to help paint and add to their family’s story directly. It’s a story with many secret turns and memories that shape their specific experience, but it’s also one that’s universal to so many who have had to flee their homes amidst conflict in the search of a new beginning. It’s a story of survival and the human spirit, and we feel so lucky to have been able to try and express it.
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“When the sun is up, the moon is absent!” was created in collaboration by Bryan Beyung and James Lee Chiahan in part of the 9th edition of the Shine mural festival in St. Petersburg, Florida. Made possible only with the support of David and Liliana of Artillery Residency, Jenee and the team at SHINE Mural Festival, Void Projects, and of course, the Kien family. We give our deepest thanks for the gift of an unforgettable experience, and our love to the people of St. Pete for your warm welcomes and kind words. Thank you!
Photo no.4: Mark Rapien
Tree/moon: based on a drawing by Amelia Kien, age 6.
Bottom left section and door: by Annie, Aaden, Adrian, and Amelia Kien; June, Zachariah and Noble.
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[Before Law can get a word in edgewise explaining how he would rather not. Luffy's gone in a whirlwind. Or a typhoon. Any natural disaster that left the land devastated in its wake. Law is left standing in the middle of the cafe, clutching his phone as the door slams shut behind Luffy, the bell ringing his exit.
Law slumps into his stool, suddenly exhausted.
“Sorry about him.” Nami says sliding into the seat that Luffy just vacated, “He’s like that. Once he takes a shine to you, that’s it. He’s all in. He has no care about whether you want to be his friend or not.”
“We’re not friends.” Law mutters. Nojiko snorts into the mug she’s drying, “I barely know him.”
“I’ve been friends with him for years and I barely know him.” Nami responds with a shrug, “That’s just Luffy. Count your blessings that he likes you. People he doesn’t like usually get punched in the face.”]
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I should be working, but today brain bad. Here's a peek into my LawLu hospital AU that is never going to see the light of day because i'm a BAD person who can't finish things.
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Lil preview of some jellyfish themed counters I’m painting! ✨
(Commission info here | MapleStickerShop)
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New art underway!
This mural was commissioned by Now Art as part of Walmart's Community Mural Program. It depicts the history of Sumiton, Alabama, a mining town, which grew amid railroad expansion, following the American Civil War.
I’ll let you know when it’s installed and on display!
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