an artist and their love letters
a writer immortalizes you through their poetic and bewitching words, their emotions poured out on inked and worn out lined-pages.
a dancer conveys their feelings through delicate movement and watching them would put you in a trance, the lightest of smiles and feathery movement conveying their truth to you.
a musician incorporates sweet melodies of your laughter and sighs into their sheets of music, a type of song that gets stuck in your head and loops through and remembered for however long forever lasts for all.
a painter captures the essence of your eyes and the wrinkles on your face, even when its seen only in a glimpse. its in their brushstrokes that you see the intricacies to capture someone's face, to have someone look alive. your eyes that seem to hold the bright reflection of life in the sea, a smile that dimples the sides of your cheeks, a nose that smells the fragrance of flowers and pastries, fingertips that only leaves traces of care, and up to everything that makes you who you are.
behind all these categories of what makes up an artist is someone that loves with the utmost devotion—the greatest act of love. to create something entirely out of nothing is as poetic as it can get. every creation they make: every handwritten palaces out of paragraphs, every movement that flutters throughout their body, every note and lyric, every brushstroke, is a love letter solely dedicated to you.
a/n: i'd like to think that rafayel isn't just a painter, but an artist in every possible form
