Camille Claudel
Camille Claudel
Camille Claudel; 8 December 1864 – 19 October 1943) was a French sculptor and graphic artist. She died in relative obscurity, but subsequently gained recognition for the originality of her work. She was the elder sister of the poet and diplomat Paul Claudel...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionSculptor
Date of Birth8 November 1864
CityFere-en-Tardenois, France
CountryFrance
believe sleep wake-up
I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of all, don't deceive me with other women any more.
problem discouraged feels
I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.
letters mines
Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.
men generous-man hatred
You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every possible weapon. As soon as a generous man tries to help me out, a woman is here to hold his arm and prevent him from acting.
republic towns fountain
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.
people faults tolerate
I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
two paris new-life
I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.
males individualism problem
I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.
say-anything want protect-you
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.
night fire feelings
I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!
character devil mood
I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage of everyone.
dream world strange
I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.
came possible promised spend turn wrote
You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to me even once and you never came back to see me? Do you think that it is fun for me to spend months, even years, without any news, without any hope!
You see that it is not at all like Rodin... I share these only with you, don't show them.