Top 30 Quotes & Sayings by Camille Claudel

Explore popular quotes and sayings by a French sculptor Camille Claudel.
Last updated on November 25, 2024.
Camille Claudel

Camille Rosalie Claudel was a French sculptor known for her figurative works in bronze and marble. She died in relative obscurity, but later gained recognition for the originality and quality of her work. The subject of several biographies and films, Claudel is well known for her sculptures including The Waltz and The Mature Age.

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!
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.
Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it. — © Camille Claudel
Sir Rodin convinced my parents to have me committed; they are all in Paris to arrange it.
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.
Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.
If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.
I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
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.
I have all sorts of problems and feel discouraged.
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.
I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.
I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.
I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.
You see that it is not at all like Rodin... I share these only with you, don't show them.
Send me one hundred francs on our future deals, otherwise I will disappear in a cataclysm.
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.
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town.
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.
I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.
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.
I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made for long beards and ugly faces rather than for a relatively well-endowed woman.
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!
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.
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself. — © Camille Claudel
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
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.
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.
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.
There is always something missing that torments me.
Madhouses are houses made on purpose to cause suffering . . . I cannot stand any longer the screams of these creatures.
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.
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