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Romanesque stained glass windows in the Cathedral of Augsburg, dated to the late 11th or the early 12th century. From left to right they feature the prophets Jonah, Daniel, Hosea, King David and Moses.
The windows are about 2.20 m high. The Daniel, Hosea and King David windows are still in their original condition, whereas the Jonah window contains some reworks, and the Moses window is a re-creation of the original dated to the middle of the 16th century.
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At the end of Lower Antelope Canyon in Arizona you can see the head of a figure which could have been carved by an 11th-century romanesque sculptor for some abbey in France or Italy, depicting the prophet Jeremiah or some other Old Testament character. His long hair and beard form fiery waves... Or maybe I'm just seeing things. In short, nature at its most virtuosic.
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Mark 8:36
King James Version
36 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
...legte ich mich rücklings auf den Kirchenboden, um dieses Bild von der wundervollen Kuppel der evangelischen Kirche St. Nikolai in Potsdam mit dem größtmöglichen Abstand und halbwegs symmetrisch zu bekommen.
Jesaja, Jeremia, Hesekiel und Daniel schauten mir ungerührt dabei zu... ;-)
Dass die vier Propheten in ihren kreisförmigen Rahmen und auch der restliche gemalte Zierrat so harmonisch und ästhetisch ausgeführt wurden, verdanken wir dem großen Baumeister, Architekten, Stadtplaner, Maler, Grafiker und Bühnenbildner Karl Friedrich Schinkel.
Wikipedia weiß über den Kuppelbau noch Folgendes zu sagen:
"Auf dem würfelförmigen Unterbau erhebt sich auf einem runden, gestuften Dachansatz die mächtige Tambourkuppel. Der zylindrische Tambour hat eine Höhe von 22,5 Meter und ist von achtundzwanzig, 10 Meter hohen korinthischen Säulen umgeben, die eine mit Palmetten geschmückte Attika tragen. Im unteren Tambourbereich lassen vierzehn hohe Sprossenfenster Tageslicht in den Predigtraum. Die im Wechsel mit ionischen Pilastern angeordneten Fensternischen oberhalb der Attika sind lediglich Blendfenster. Auf dem Tambour erhebt sich die doppelschalige Kuppel. Sie hat einen Durchmesser von 24 Meter und eine Höhe von 13 Meter. Die äußere Zierkuppel ist in Segmente gegliedert und mit Kupferplatten eingedeckt. Drei umlaufende Reihen Rundfenster, sogenannte Ochsenaugen, zwischen 28 auch nach außen sichtbaren Rippen, belichten den Raum zwischen Innen- und Außenkuppel. Den Abschluss bildet eine auf sieben schlanken Säulen ruhende, 14,5 Meter hohe Laterne mit einem bekrönenden Kugelkreuz. Die Gesamthöhe des Kirchengebäudes beträgt bis zum Kreuz 77 Meter...."
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In a way, these roses speak to me. They are talking about life, beauty, transitoriness, and about our duty not to waste this life we have got. What the prophet says I am not so sure. He has been for years outside in the garden, and nobody listens, it seems. His presence is a reminder nevertheless. Of what?
I am the man that died
As no man should die
As the dark stole my breath
For you
All for you
On the unforgiving cross
So why did you love me
And why did you hate me
What did you see
That tore you in two
That you couldn’t believe in
That you didn’t want to follow
Was too much to digest
Leaving you hollow
Still hungry
Still lost
But the promise remains
If only you would look
If only you would believe me
Because what you are now
What you have become
Is something that lingers
Something that has come undone
Not really living
Because you don’t belong
So who do you place your faith in
Someone or none
What are you inside
Just a shell that holds a heartbreak
One that is crying silently
Over and over
Until it quietly dies
*****
This work is the first in my series for Easter 2023 and for Good Friday for this year.
The rest will follow over the Easter weekend, day by day.
I wish you all a peaceful Easter wherever you may be.
This image was taken in Ocklynge Cemetery in Eastbourne, East Sussex, UK.
And I have paired this work with ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel. See link below.
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One of the two figures at the base of the spiral staircase inside Notre Dame Basilica.
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Merlin
Look into my eyes
And you will know
That I can see both into your future
And back into your past
For I am The Merlin
Wild man, bard, prophet,
And advisor to Kings
I hold Albion in my heart
And Arthur’s spirit in trust
Sleeping under the hollow hill
Waiting for the call
As each time the Holy Hawthorn blossoms
And the Grail bleeds some more
We are one step closer
For Excalibur to rule
All of you who have followed since
Are pale in comparison
Because I am The Merlin
The first and the last of his name
*****
Well my friends and followers, we are nearly there; the next instalment of this painting will be the complete reveal of the whole three by two foot watercolour painting. It was a labour of love, but in showing you the details I hope you have enjoyed seeing those parts of it, and I thank you for all your support and kind comments as I have loaded them up.
Showing you all the complete painting of Merlin, who holds “The Wished For” will herald a new chapter on Flickr for me, as I have been working on my photography film archive, and bringing it to life again has reminded me of just how much it made me the person I am today, not just creatively but also spiritually.
So gradually I will be hoping to share the beauty and wonder of those photographs, and what made me pursue my own spiritual quest to this present day. I walked with Merlin in those lands of eternal summer in the South West of England, and he guided me on the path that I needed to follow, and it has become an inherent part of me.
Whether I am taking images, writing poetry or painting, the Song of Albion runs through me, inspiring me with the legends and myths of the British Isles, and the deep and abiding spirit of the British people who have always responded to our beautiful landscapes in creative ways.
I will continue to show contemporary works on Flickr alongside my archive, which may well end up being interesting in itself, to see the progression of ideas.
My warm regards and deepest thanks to all of you as always, Shelley.
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UPDATE 12th March 2026.
Thank you all so much, for commenting, faving and viewing my latest offerings, including this one. I have only just come back on here later today, as Flickr was being 'temperamental' shall we say, and wouldn't load properly. Whether that's just the UK, or more localised I do not know, or just the..erm, Mad Max world we are living in. But it's not a film is it? Or a game.
I have felt a bit rattled, to put it mildly the past few days. I was going to put my latest offerings up on the day that the Middle East was yet again, plunged into conflict. When I went on the net...I just couldn't do it. The Angels had to wait.
But yesterday...the Angels more or less dragged me to my desk and told me to get on with it. This latest batch of work...can you imagine them revolving around the earth in all dimensions?
Do Angels cry? Yes they do. So I put the work up.
I wish everybody would just stop. Life here is so precious, don't waste it, or the seas will be filled with tears and the levels will rise even more.
A quieter revolution is needed, where such stubbornness results in a determination to be a caring human being, as a lot of us are, but we are not listened to. The choice is there though, it just might need an element of courage to walk that path of kindness.
Merlin tells me nothing is new, man will be man, and he is right. But there are moments in such dark times when a shining light refuses to go out, and I am a devotee. That light will always be here in my gallery for you to find.
I will be getting back to you all soon, to catch up, as you know I do. Meanwhile, I am thinking of you all, and holding you all in my heart.
Shelley x
UPDATE 26th March, 2026.
Hello everybody. Just felt like writing something. Anything. I have been so distracted lately - do you all feel the same? I can hardly string two words together, let alone settle down and compose some work. I am way behind with my catching up on here as well. I have tried to do all these things but my mind keeps wandering...I am avoiding the news except for the main points as it is messing with my head. Alright then I thought, I'll do something physical! The garden needs sorting out as Spring is making itself felt and once that races away you are forever chopping it back, especially the ivy, which basically runs amok.
But although that was better, I found it weirdly quiet where I am and that didn't feel natural. I kept thinking that it wasn't quiet elsewhere and some people would welcome the peace, so I shouldn't even mention this. Everything feels 'off' and you feel the weight of 'wrongness'.
Usually in times of uncertainty I can go inward and seek solace there, especially with my work, but I am finding that difficult. The "Weight of Wrongness" is like a cloud cover all around the world; a blanket that does not offer any comfort.
The human race is its own worst enemy...will we ever reach an accord where we an co-exist without bloodshed? It seems an impossible dream. History has been known to judge us...and future chapters will add to this story of our lives at this time in this century. Maybe it will be the same story of bloodshed, because that makes headlines. What the headlines don't show enough of is the quiet stories of care and courage. Would anybody ever have nerve enough to do a 'news paper' of small acts of kindness?
This is where I get a bit strident myself and say I won't ever give up holding my own particular brand of 'Spirit-Light'.
I can't you see, because that is who I am. Without it I am nothing. Something in me will not give up because I know that Light is needed, in this life and the next, and not just for myself.
Friends, Followers, Viewer's, Commentators..do not give up. Let your beautiful, powerful, emotive and gorgeous work change minds. Support each other, reach out with compassion, and let honesty flow, because real change comes from those who are prepared to live with the courage of their convictions.
Well, I wrote something after all. Be well my friends, and be at peace in your heart if you can. I am thinking of you all...
Shell x
So who decides who's a Prophet ... Life is your canvas... Wash your life brushes well... before your paint your life...
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The Abrahamic religions acknowledge Ezekiel as a prophet. According to the narrative, Ezekiel prophesied the destruction of Judah's capital city Jerusalem. In 587 BCE, the Neo-Babylonian Empire conquered Jerusalem, destroyed Solomon's Temple, and sent the Judahite upper classes into the Babylonian captivity.
However, Ezekiel also prophesied the eventual restoration of the Jewish people to the Land of Israel. It is believed he died around 570 BCE; Ezekiel's Tomb is a Jewish religious site in Mesopotamia. Three decades later, in 539 BCE, the Persian empire conquered Babylon and the Edict of Cyrus repatriated the exiles.
The name "Ezekiel" means "God is strong" or "God strengthens" in Hebrew.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezekiel
Авраамічні релігії визнають Єзекіїля пророком. Згідно з оповіданням, Єзекіїль пророкував знищення столиці Юдеї Єрусалиму. У 587 р. до н. е. Нововавилонська імперія завоювала Єрусалим, зруйнувала храм Соломона і відправила юдейські вищі класи у вавилонський полон.
Однак Єзекіїль також пророкував остаточне відновлення єврейського народу в землі Ізраїлю. Вважається, що він помер близько 570 року до нашої ери; Гробниця Єзекіїля — єврейське релігійне місце в Месопотамії. Через три десятиліття, у 539 році до н. е., Перська імперія завоювала Вавилон, а едикт Кіра повернув вигнанців на батьківщину.
Ім'я «Єзекіїль» на івриті означає «Бог сильний» або «Бог зміцнює».
"In order to understand you must stand under", was the last thing the man told me before we shook hands and went about our separate ways. It could have gone so much worse, I realized. After all, I barged into his house, unannounced and unwelcome. An elaborate array of all sorts of detritus washed downstream by the mighty Passaic River had been arranged into various artistic pieces scattered throughout the place. A headless, bare chested mannequin, spray-painted silver stood propped up against an inner stairwell wall. Dozens of assorted paperback books lay scattered across a blanket freshly tossed over the cold concrete floor below. A small basket full with snack-pack sized chips and pretzel bags sits atop a wooden chest of drawers, accented by a table lamp adorned with a purple shade. A bouquet of Foxtail Grass penetrated into the softened white wax inside a glass candle vase, drooped from dehydration. These were just some of the things I noticed before a man unexpectedly entered the room, wearing a white puffy jacket and freshly pressed pants, while carrying a plastic bag bloated with what appeared to be empty single-use water bottles. I suppose we both sort of startled each other. "Visitors!", the strange man exclaimed while simultaneously placing down the sack of plastic bottles and reaching out for a handshake. "You can call me Prophet", the man responded while tightly gripping my hand, as my eyes ran up and down his posture, examining his dapper attire.
It became evident that Prophet is a proud man indeed. Proud of the space he carved out within the godforsaken ruins of the crumbling toxic factory we both stood within. But to say Prophet was a homeless man would be a bold-faced lie. For these ruins were as much his home as a typical house with a white-picket fence is to a suburbanite. Yet Prophet's home was far from typical or generic. Still in a bit of shock that I was greeted as a visitor rather than an intruder, I trusted the man to show my friend and I around his house, as he insisted on taking us for a tour. Prophet did not view anything as trash, but rather as art and an extension of his creative mind. Seemingly random objects washed up from the river or artifacts salvaged from inside the abandoned factory all had some sort of artistic value to Prophet and were on display inside his home as if it were some type of underground art gallery. "We humans must live UNDERNEATH the ground!" Prophet asserted numerous times during his tour and speech. It became increasingly clear that Prophet believed in an idea that humans must live underneath the Earth to allow the natural world to heal and flourish above us. A religious man, I suspect not, yet a man of God, most certainly. My run-in with Prophet is truly an experience that will always stick with me. A pseudo-religious ruins sermon based upon a realm of reality preached by a man just ever so disconnected from society, yet clever enough to escape it and build his own utopia underneath.
Moses is considered the most important prophet in Judaism and one of the most important prophets in Christianity, Islam, the Druze faith, the Baháʼí Faith, and other Abrahamic religions. According to both the Bible and the Quran, Moses was the leader of the Israelites and lawgiver to whom the authorship, or "acquisition from heaven", of the Torah (the first five books of the Bible) is attributed.
“Vrubel himself decided to portray the Prophet Moses not as Michelangelo’s bearded husband, but as a beardless young man, on the grounds that he began to prophesy in his youth. Some modern art historians mistakenly found similarities between the prophet Moses and Vrubel's Demon. They argued that the image of the Demon was already in the artist’s imagination at that time. They were misled by Moses' hairstyle, with long curly hair framing his face, which had nothing resembling the Demon. This literary theme captured the imagination of Mikhail Alexandrovich much later.”
/from the memoirs of Nikolai Adrianovich Prakhov/
Хори. Центральна частина. Погляд з західної сторони.
Фреска Михайла Врубеля «Мойсей» знаходиться нижче двух його композицій - «Сходження святого Духа на апостолів» та «Космос» (1884).
Мойсей (івр. משה — Мошенник; араб. موسى — Муса) — біблійний персонаж з Пятикнижжя у Старому Заповіті. За Біблією — вождь, політичний та релігійний лідер і законодавець єврейського народу, пророк і згідно з церковною традицією вважається першим священним автором. Для юдеїв, християн і мусульман та вірних інших авраамічних релігій Мойсей є одним із найбільших пророків. Вважається основоположником юдаїзму.
У Книзі Виходу розповідається, що Мойсей вивів євреїв із єгипетського полону в Обіцяну землю, водив 40 років по пустелі, отримав від Бога Десять заповідей на горі Синай і помер, не діставшись до святої землі.
«Пророка Моисея Врубель сам решил изобразить не микельанджеловским брадатым мужем, а безбородым молодым человеком, на том основании, что пророчествовать он начал в молодые годы. Некоторые современные искусствоведы ошибочно находили сходство между пророком Моисеем и Демоном Врубеля. Они утверждали, что образ Демона уже в то время носился в воображении художника. Их ввела в заблуждение прическа Моисея с вьющимися длинными волосами, обрамляющими его лицо, в котором нет ничего похожего на Демона. Эта литературная тема захватила воображение Михаила Александровича значительно позже.»
/из воспоминаний Николая Адриановича Прахова/
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Eine Arbeit von Prof. Gerhard Marcks (1889–1981) aus dem Jahre 1961
Prophet und Genius (Lage: M 6, von 1961): Eine eher untypische Engelsdarstellung ist diese Bronzeplastik des Berliner Bildhauers Gerhard Marcks. Ein Jüngling, der als Engel gestaltet ist, geleitet einen blinden Propheten behutsam und liebevoll ins Jenseits: Marcks greift hier die Vorstellung des Engels als Seelengeleiter auf. Er tut dies in einer Zeit, in der viele klassische Friedhofsengel von ihren Sockeln entfernt wurden. Sie wurden damals als unmodern angesehen. Heute jedoch erfreuen sie sich wieder großer Beliebtheit.
Setting out for his true homeland on a Chariot of Fire. This is a scanned image from a really cool icon book I brought back from my trip to Greece.
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