Interpretation Of Raphael’s Room, Vatican City

I sit at the edge of this empty room just my thoughts, the beauty, and I. I understand every picture, moment, and feeling around me. Everday I awake to the pleasures of this room; at 8:00 is when they come people of all shapes and sizes. They stand in front of me and I can’t explain the feeling but if I had to choose one word it would be delight. I have sat here for 512 years and only have the distinct memories of my creation and that of those around me. I remember a man sitting on a pull rope painting away. His smell was almost like lavender and I can feel his creativity all around the room. I could taste the bright and dark colors he painted me with, they tasted like joy and happiness. The smell around me was that of incense and salty water that seemed to soothe through me. My first visitor was an old man dressed in red and white he had a tiny little hat covering his head as he walked closer to me I could feel his anguish and desire more and more; he spoke so firm and low but it was as if he were screaming in my ear. He seemed ill and alone even though he was surrounded I wanted to help but I couldn’t. He spent a lot of time in the room sleeping and working. One day he slept and didn’t wake up but I could still smell and feel his anguish around me.

After his passing I spent a lot of time alone only getting the occasional visit but one day a lot more people came to visit me this time it was everyday hundreds of people flooded into the room and were amazed at the sight of me. They would call me astonishing and one of the best works of artistry in all of Roma. I didn’t understand but in a way I did I had seen over 500 years of history pass by, I had felt the growth of humanity, I had smelt over 500 years of sadness and happiness, and I had tasted the same salty smell every day since my creation by the man on a pull rope with brushes and colors galore. I still sit here every day feeling, tasting, seeing, and smelling every happy and sad moment that passes by and as I sit here I hope to continue feeling everything around for I am a painting not to signify my artistry but signify my viewer and their perspective.

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