“MOSES IN ISRAEL”

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eastern Mediterranean, Israel, Jerusalem, Moses, Oasis of Peace, retreat center

• Painting Moses Near Jerusalem

I painted this portrait of Moses this week in Israel, just outside Jerusalem at the “Oasis of Peace” retreat center. Israel is inspiring. This part of the world, the eastern Mediterranean, is the “India of the West”, in that it has produced philosophers, saints and sages for thousands of years. Walking these grounds, one is aware of an energy that is highly charged with spiritual intentions.

 

“Moses in Israel” 

Acrylic on Linen

60 X 80 CM

 

(Purchase Inquiries can be sent to manmohan1008@gmail.com)

 

 

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MOSES….after Michelangelo

HOLY BEINGS: MOSES

“I was impressed by the photograph of Moses, from the sculpture done by Michelangelo, that was in the Prayer Room in Tara Singh’s house in Los Angeles. When Sondra and I were in Rome a couple years ago, we went to see this sculpture housed in the church of San Pietro in Vincoli in Rome. I did this drawing of Him, from the sculpture, which is my version of Moses.”  —Markus Ray—

Below is the sculpture itself:

For commissions of Moses, drawings and paintings, contact Markus Ray at markus.ray@aol.com for inquiries.

Letters to my Master

The Colors of Your Face

The colors of Your face are a constellation

of myriad strokes from my palette’e homage. I 

hold the brush of adoration and attempt my 

painting that does You justice. I ask for Your 

divine will to enter my mind and flow through

my hands, moving the paint onto the canvas of

Your Love. I make my first moves with care

and reservation, knowing that this holy task

needs Your guidance.  First would I place

some strokes of direction to form the basic

shape of your vibrant visage of tranquil

presence, Your oval countenance of pure 

reason. The picture begins to take form as You

emerge and make Yourself known. Manifesting

rays of orange and yellow come forth from Your

crown. I locate Your eyes in this pose of divine

meditation, and the brows that ground me in

certainty appear below this vastness of Your

immense forehead, taking me to temples un-

known, beyond the confines of this lovely earth.

Your hair is a free flowing arch of yellow

green strands and red-orange ripples that 

fill the channels of cascading compassion. You

are in this world but not of it, my Master of

the sacred mind of Truth. Your nose and lips

are easy now to form, because Simplicity takes

over my gestures of well placed drawing. The

colors of Your Love remain open. My time is

almost finished now, as You manifest more strongly

in this artful mission to be made into the master-

piece of painted semblance of Your holy stature.

 

BABAJI IN AUSTIN