Dear Fong
Thank you for your comment. Any Buddha picture as long as it is iconographically correct, then it is fine and can be the object of worship. According to Praise to Manjushri (long) the followings are the iconography of the deity – standing or sitting (you can find the text in this link http://www.tsemrinpoche.com/tsem-tulku-rinpoche/buddhas-dharma/all-about-manjushri.html):
Your eyebrows, black and curving,
soft, beautiful, so elegantly long,
each hair the exact same length,
eyelashes thick, soft, each separate hair
beautifully formed like those of the leading bull.
A circle of perfect hair as white as the water lily,
conch-like curling to the right, as well formed as the lotus root,
beautiful between the eyebrows like a drop of pure silver.
Eyes long and curving like blue utpala petals,
white beautifully defined like bright lotus petals.
Nose set high, uniformly shaped,
lips as red as the bimba fruit,
forty pure white teeth, well-set, of equal size,
cheeks fully rounded like those of a lion.
Smooth, slender tongue enclosed
by the mandala of your face,
enjoying only the bet tastes.
Ears endowed with long well-formed lobes,
adorned by ornaments jeweled and precious.
Perfectly formed neck
graced by dazzling jeweled garlands,
fully fleshed, no vein protruding,
as beautiful as that of a golden vase.
Calves, forearms, shoulder blades, upper back
all fully fleshed and uniform in their symmetry,
a torso like that of a lion, a chest as broad as Meru.
Delightfully curved shoulders, their beautiful arms
long and low as the royal elephant’s trunk.
Fingers and toes beautifully webbed
like those of the royal swan.
Fingers, long, full soft, and young,
tipped by a row of glistening red nails
like slender shoots upon the celestial wish-fulfilling tree.
Golden wheels, each of a thousand spokes,
grace the soles of your feet, the palms of your hands,
so clear, so perfect, each spoke well defined,
works of art in relief like the matrix of a seal.
Your right arm, adorned with bracelets and armbands,
brandishing a blazing sword to cut to the root
the treelike creeper of clinging ignorance.
In your left hand a blue utpala stem at your heart,
petals cradling the supreme scripture that teaches with clarity
paths of dependent arising, sole gateway to freedom.
From your waist, streamers flow fine and silken,
dyed in a million colors, tied about with golden sash,
from each the tinkling sounds of a string of bells,
As with the king of horses your sexual organ hidden,
your bodily hair, soft and fine, each perfect strand
coiling to the right, reaching upward.
Fine calves, rounded, tapering beautifully into slenderness,
no protrusion upon your ankle joint,
soles flattened smooth like the underside of a turtle shell,
heel quarters heightened, their back broad.
Within a six-petal lotus at its orange heart,
upon a moon-disc throne, a perfect circle,
your feet, adorned by tinkling bracelets,
rest in lotus pose.
Hopefully, the above explanation is useful for you Fong.
Valentina
