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
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.
squash studies threw took unpleasant wax
I took all my wax studies and threw them in the fire... that's the way it is when something unpleasant happens to me. I take my hammer and I squash a figure.
excuse sculpt
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
paris parent rodin
Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.
night men italian
Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.
successful effort cost
I would have preferred to be successful here with a piece that cost me a huge amount of money and effort... rather than sending to Bohemia some ordinary works.
house suffering purpose
Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.
thank-you two president
I thank you for your kind invitation to introduce me to the president of the Republic. Since I have not been out of my atelier for two months, I have no appropriate costume for this circumstance. Please excuse me.
beach garden ideas
When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.
squash fire hammers
I took all my wax studies and threw them in the fire that's the way it is when something unpleasant happens to me. I take my hammer and I squash a figure.
art men generous-man
It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and that, when I show myself with my plasters, even the Emperor of the Sahara would flee.
missing torment
There is always something missing that torments me.
disappear hundred our-future
Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.