So i watched Camille Claudel, and then I looked at all my art books on modern art (as, Rodin is a modern sculptor... she is likely a modern sculptor), and NOTHING. Not even mention to her as a muse, inspiration, nothing. Some of these books have like 100 pages on Rodin. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE. Now, I do think that Rodin is a bit more accomplished than Claudel, at least from what I can tell from photographs, but her work has a beautiful rawness, and so much movement, beautifully conceptual. It hurts me.
Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself. Fernando Pessoa
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