Not just obsession, not just lust, people. That man was in LOVE. “…and love of the most exquisite kind.” What else could have prompted him to give up his one hope for life? It was an act of selflessness, aka divine love. Just read “The End of the Phantom’s Love Story,” I beg you; just look at that forehead kiss.
(Don’t even get me started about the plain gold ring.)
The Phantom of the Opera IS a love story btw. It's inherently a story about love. A lot of people still find it hard to accept it, probably because they're busy with their "I'm smarter than this beloved classic" Edgy Hot Take, this is why it's always important to remind.
It's a story about a man that, because he was abused and denied of love his entire life, he was forced to live with everything he knew about: survival.
It's a story about a man that craved so much for love, that he thought he could buy, or force it, throught talent and lies.
It's a story about compassion, redemption, and most importantly, love. Because Erik loved Christine. The ending is impactful because he loved her. His love for her didn't make him immune to be obsessive nor to hurt her. And if you don't believe Erik loved Christine, you're the one that misunderstood the relationships between these characters and why the story is the way it is in the first place.
““Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.””
— Raoul to Christine, the Phantom of the Opera
[…] for when one has fire within and a soul, one cannot keep bottling them up – better to burn than to burst […]
Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ — Wilhelmina van Gogh c. summer or autumn 1887, tr. Arnold Pomerans
Lerik giving Christine few organ play lesson's because I've been thinking a lot about it
At least you need some stuff to do when you're locked in the theatre basement for a two week's with girl of your dream or with madman
The original problematic fave: Erik, ze phantom of ze opera
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The angels wept tonight.
"Tonight, I gave you my soul, and I am dead."
"...your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor ever received so fair a gift."
Erik, you can't make a love confession less intense by saying:
"I love you. We don't have to talk about it. Actually, I won't talk about it. Don't bring it up. Unless you want to. No, you don't want to. Let's just do music."
𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬
In celebration of the birthday of this most-beautiful building (a few days late, I know), I upload these photos I took on my recent visit to its majestic halls. Nowhere else have I seen such beauty nor felt such awe; it is a sanctuary for divine art and a fitting home for the Angel of Music.
Words cannot express my love for it, so I won’t even try.
Let me only say: Gaston Leroux NAILED its description in that book, both visually and atmospherically. That building IS Erik.
my version of book Erik
without the mask
He's a depressed mess here 😊
At first I wanted him to look as close to the book as possible, but then I just couldn't resist giving him this haircut and changing a few other things because why not.
I plan on drawing other characters and more of Erik too, so hopefully I'll have enough time lol.
Writer. In love with The Phantom of the Opera and classic literature. Art, aesthetic, moode. Can’t live without Beauty.
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