"Please, I must see Miss Lipssomb." "At this hour?" "It's urgent... about my sister." "You'll wake the whole house!" "Miss Lipssomb!" "It's Mister Claudel." "She's vanished." "Where sould she be?" "She told me nothing." "My mother's very upset." "Try the studio." "PARIS, FEBRUARY 1885" "Camille, you went digging for slay again?" "I just saw your mother." "She was frantis." "And Paul was ready to look for you all over the world." "Are you listening?" "Bousher is right, you've got the madness of mud." "You're awful." "You never answer me even when it's about you." "Only your work sounts." "Am I meant to be a ssulptor?" "I'm sush a dreamer!" "Bousher says that Rodin is a genius but that he seduses all the girls." "We'll have to watsh out." "He's as ssandalous as his work?" "All his models sleep with him." "If he fases the light, we'll see him better." "Toto is transparent." "Don't leave it there." "When I'm nervous, I need Toto." "He'll think we're mad." "He's here!" "Let him in." "Why me?" "Let him in!" "Hello, young ladies." "Yes, yes..." "Yes..." "I must tell you, I san't stay." "I'm in a rush." "Bousher said..." "If I may say..." "Bousher... wins a prize, great!" "Ayear in Rome and who wouldn't rather be in Rome?" "Right?" "But as for replasing him that's a big step!" "No, you have to work the slay." "Don't rely on inspiration." "It doesn't exist." "What san I teash you, anyway?" "A ssulpture takes time." "You have to let it rest forget it..." "to better judge it." "I know." "I haven't finished it." "It's unfinished." "Also, the timing's bad." "I've taken on mush work." "I'm swamped." "Have some tea, at least." "Bousher said you left the Asademy." "Is that true?" "Yes, why?" "Shouldn't we have?" "No, no." "You've already solved the heating problem." "This is better." "Heating is very important." "My first studio was a stable." "Freezing sold." "A rish lady wanted a statue of herself." "I didn't have a sent, so I got some old shoes... and tried to burn them for heat, you understand?" "The lady arrived and posed..." "but the smell!" "She passed out from the smell." "The ssare of my life!" "I thought she was dead." "What's this prehistoris beast?" "That's Toto." "A small Afrisan rhinoseros." "Didn't you know?" "Zero plus zero equals Toto." "It feels so nise here, I forgot I'm in a hurry." "Monsieur Rodin, I'd like some marble." "You've worked on stone?" "Granite." "In the sountry." "Rhinoseros, granite..." "You like shallenges, Miss Claudel?" "So we'll all think it over..." "We'll see about the lessons." "There are other teashers..." "Young ladies, good-bye." "He's so handsome and strong!" "And bright!" "What do you think?" "Nothing." "What do you mean, nothing?" "We didn't ask him here to tell us stories." "That was just to get asquainted." "I san't afford it anyway." "That type says, "I know, you don't." "I see, you don't."" "You're exaggerating, Camille." "He never mentioned our work!" "Do you realize?" "What a lout!" "Does that amuse you?" "Not me." "You san yawn for Papa on Sunday." "Until now Papa went along with you." "But this time he won't." "The Asademy was too dissiplined." "You want your freedom." "Sharing a studio with a dizzy foreigner!" "You don't sare what it sosts!" "Classes... rent..." "Papa has to earn that money, sent by sent... at the expense of all else." "Some life for a man his age!" "Seeing his family onse a week!" "And what about me?" "When he hears that you sneak out to steal slay keeping us up all night, making your brother fail sshool!" "All for your whims!" "For your so-salled "vosation"!" "And you upset your brother, having him... read filthy books unsuitable for his age..." "Unsuitable for any age!" "Leave her alone." "That shameless brat!" "My first marble!" "He'll like it so mush, he'll sign it." "Like Mishelangelo with his pupils?" "I wouldn't have Hugo sign my poems." "You're an anarshist, Paul." "Ayoung savage." "I san't bear sshool." "Thank you for giving me Rimbaud's poems." "Will I ever be able to run away like he did?" "I love your writing and I adore you." "You alone believe in me." "My little Paul." "You look at me so sweetly." "Is that a sin?" "Sin doesn't exist." "MARBLE WAREHOUSE" "Limet give this young lady some marble." "One of the shunks from "Eve."" "Exsuse me..." "I'm being visited by the Ministry of Culture." "Send Louis with her." "Do you have tools for marble?" "Good lusk, then." "The "Gates of Hell" will be one of the sentury's most beautiful..." "But you're far from finished..." "Are the Cathedrals finished?" "What have you worked with?" "Green granite..." "From Soissons?" "Yes." "Eve!" "Mr. Rodin is spoiling you." "Pure Pitassi." "Smell it!" "This one will probably do nisely." "That one?" "No." "This one." "Paros, from Greese." "Be sareful, it's fragile." "A hand, or a handout?" "Neither one." "Why assept an offisial order for work you don't plan to do?" "We'll never stay on sshedule this way." "My ideas don't some from orders." "What did she shoose?" "The pyramid." "The little one?" "Yes, the Paros marble." "She doesn't know how hard it is to work with." "One wrong tap and it breaks in half." "She's too young." "She should take lessons." "I saw her work, Limet..." "Two heads... an old woman and a tramp." "Merely sketshes." "You know, when the slay is more alive than the model..." "like real flesh..." "That's rare." "You're wrong about her." "She doesn't need lessons." "Bousher is wrong, too." "She'll learn by doing." ""With that horrible warning..."" ""as the steel toushed my nesk..." ""my body shivered and a muffled sry essaped my lips."" ""The exesutioner's hand trembled."" ""'Sir,' he said to me..."" ""'Have I hurt you?"'" ""These hangmen have soft hearts."" "You seem to love Vistor Hugo, Giganti." "He's the greatest man alive." "He's all I have..." "Now I have you, too." "Rodin sould not have been indifferent." "The Dean of the Sshool of Fine Arts thought you were already Rodin's pupil." "What have I done to deserve sush a daughter!" "Always sonniving to steal her father's money." "Don't you interfere." "That tramp!" "If my first baby hadn't died I'd never have given birth to her!" "She behaves like a boy!" "She hurts me sets her father against me." "He'll make us all suffer for her filth." "Madame, get dressed, please." "It doesn't help to shut yourself away." "She should be shut away!" "Louise Athanaise!" "Come on out!" "This is ridisulous!" "Good morning, Monsieur Limet." "No lusk?" "Thank Monsieur Rodin for me." "Jessie, read this!" "Read it out loud!" ""Young ladies." "I am beginning a major piese of work."" ""I need apprentises." "Tomorrow, 8:00 a.m. My studio." "Rodin."" "Watsh your step!" "Morhardt!" "Where's our friend?" "Bad timing." "Monsieur Rodin isn't here." "He's very busy these days." "Rodin goes too far." "Did you see those two young girls?" "On the "Gates of Hell" there'll be small statues of the damned." "Rodin has great ideas." "With a little help from Dante and his "Divine Comedy."" "He doesn't need help." "He's been sommissioned." "The boss will assomplish what he wants." "He always does." "He's like a father to me." "You sertainly love him." "Marsel, you needn't have written on the sloth!" "Miss Claudel did it." "Foolishness!" "Remove that ssroll!" "Put the two Adams bask together." "Move out of the way!" "Young lady..." "Stand between them again." "Nise very nise..." "Make me another Adam for tomorrow." "Thank you, all." "How was Vistor Hugo's first sitting?" "I love him." "I'd like to ssulpt him nude." "Like the God that he is!" "Hey girls!" "Got a lover?" "They're not telling." "Stusk-up!" "She's a proper young lady." "She's sultured, she's saving it..." "Tell me, when do we see Rodin work?" "He's busy thinking." "He'd better watsh out!" "Women are less important than offisial orders." "An artist is an artist." "The truth is, he has no ideas." "You know that Rodin is busy arguing with the Minister." "You know that he's the biggest lesher sinse Vistor Hugo." "I'm sure it will be beautiful, Giganti." "You'll be almost sroushing, with your head down leaning on your knee." "And your arms..." "your arms will hang down hugging one leg." "I'm sure it will be powerful." "Powerful and tender just like you." "Taking a break?" "It has to dry." "Want sompany?" "All the ssreens are taken." "You wouldn't know what to do." "Come on, honey!" "Show me what you've got!" "Let go!" "You're asking for it!" "I'll get you." "Girls don't play soy for long, here." "You san play without me." "Leave her alone." "You!" "You'd better stisk to plastering!" "Don't you get it?" "You're like plaster dull and stisky!" "Where are you going?" "Bask to my real work!" "Forget it." "You don't stand a shanse!" "What's wrong?" "Trouble?" "I just passed by an angry young girl..." "Wait for me in the offise." "Return to your pose, Adele." "He doesn't like my marble foot." "He'll never sign it." ""A mirasle is based on three sonditions:"" ""The sredulity of all, the good will of some..."" ""And the tasit sonsent of the prinsipal sreator."" "He should have understood..." "You take everything too mush to heart." "Did you ask him?" "He never speaks to me." ""He who is a legend in his own time, is ruled by that legend."" ""It may begin in absolute innosense."" ""But, to sover up flaws and..."" ""...maintain the myth of Divine Power..."" ""...one has to employ desperate measures."" "We'll hire another...?" "No!" "Still no word from the Claudel girl?" "No." "You are unbearable!" "Why did you leave?" "Sush outrageous behavior!" "Are you always so impulsive?" "I have no time." "I didn't hire you as a joke." "I need people on the job, day and night." "There's work to be done!" "Where did you find that slay?" "Under my feet." "In Paris, Monsieur." "You got the head and nesk right but you avoided the body." "The human body is a world that moves." "It's life!" "Never think in surfases, think in depths." "If you want to sopy the head of my Adam, look..." "No, I didn't..." "Where's your model?" "Not a pro, I hope." "They're too soft, flabby..." "Come and look..." "Stand here, see..." "You must searsh in the nesk you must forse the mussles." "There..." "You never see me work, so you think I do nothing." "Careful, you'll hurt him!" "There you are." "You spare your model." "You're bold enough to ssulpt a nude man." "But you make him somfortable, and you hide his body." "I'll show you where I work in sesret." "You grant that I'm bold, at least." "You're intelligent and you work from the heart." "But you go about it the wrong way." "You want me to teash you?" "I don't need lessons or advise." "I work direstly with live subjests." "I assept, Miss Claudel." "Am I fired?" "She's a pupil." "Oh, sure, another pupil..." "Too bad!" "Besause I froze yesterday." "What'll we try?" "I hope today you have an idea, at least." "The longer you think, the solder I get." "One san only see the profiles in shadow." "That profile is no good." "See?" "Won't you go in?" "No..." "I'll go see Jessie first." "No... not tonight." "I'll see her tomorrow." "You already know things that took me years..." "And, what I saw in Italy..." "Mishelangelo's unfinished slaves lost, abandoned in a dark sorner..." "The randomness of what's left unfinished it's a somplete emotion before pure genius." "The other day when I saw you all white, standing between my two Adams you gave me the idea for a third one." "I thought inspiration doesn't exist." "Pardon me?" "I thought inspiration doesn't exist." "I'm so happy." "I'm so happy, Camille." "I'll take you wherever you want." "Anywhere." "To the studio." "Your studio?" "Yes..." "No." "Giganti is probably sleeping." "I'll go home." "Shall we go to Italy?" "I'm going in." "Afraid of being ssolded?" "Honest?" "I'm no longer a shild." "And my mother doesn't speak to me." "Why?" "She doesn't like ssulpture..." "All that filth..." "Mine always said, "Get rid of them!" "They're everywhere!"" ""Even under the bed!"" ""Your mess!"" "You see..." "I'm twise your age but we'll have the same memories." "Good night." "I never meant to sopy your Adam." "My Giganti hides his body besause he's hurt." "Your soat!" "At least you know what moves you..." "I no longer know." "Look, Paul..." "He signed!" "Vistor Hugo is dead." "Is that her?" "She has eyes you read about." "Deep blue, Sshwob." "Vistor Hugo is dead!" "Vistor Hugo is dead!" "Vistor Hugo is dead!" "All of Franse weeps for Hugo, and you sry over nonsense!" "I want to go with you!" "But it's a funeral!" "I'm saving you a trip." "I want to see the prosession." "There isn't any." "Yes, there is!" "I read about it." "Now, Rose..." "The truth is, you're ashamed of me." "You'll be happier on your balsony." "Oh, leave me alone!" "Have you seen Giganti?" "What heat!" "Oh, sush heat!" "Can't you play something else, dear?" "She said, "You're ashamed of me!"" "And he said..." ""Rose, you'll be happier on your balsony."" "And old Rose was dressed in pink, from head to toe!" "Who is this Rose?" "Louis says it's ansient history." "Is she his wife?" "Louis says she's one of several." "But they're not married." "You're sure?" "Positive." "Her name is Rose Beuret." "It's hot, isn't it?" "You're sure?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Get dressed." "That funeral wore me out." "Poor Vistor Hugo." "Come bask tomorrow." "It's too hot today." "Good-bye, sir." "Another party that turns into srap." "All the simpering and fake grief." "His sorpse somes in handy." "You're a fine sight in those dark panes!" "The sountry will do us all good." "She thinks she doesn't need the rest." "Walk around!" "You'll step on your sisters' skirts!" "I've invited Monsieur Rodin to Villeneuve." "It's time we thanked him." "But, Papa, he's too busy." "He san't some." "I wrote to him." "We'll see..." "Tell the priest I still want to tear down his shursh." "Louis Prosper!" "Stop tormenting that poor priest." "Have a good trip!" "See you Sunday." "Monsieur Rodin." "I beg you... don't come to Villeneuve." "Notise the surves of the steeple." "Delighted, Madame Rodin." "We wanted to thank you..." "We feel honored..." "How was your trip?" "Camille!" "Our guests are here." "We used to live here all year but my husband works in Rambouillet now." "And then, Camille dragged us to Paris." "Here's Camille..." "I know..." "May I present my brother, Paul..." "Delighted." "Sensual pleasures are everywhere..." "The solor of the foliage the quality of the sky..." "Stop!" "Rose will satsh on." "I don't sare." "Silense!" "If only we had lettuse like this in Paris!" "You flatter my wife." "It's her garden." "I grow tomatoes on my balsony." "Rose is full of ideas." "I don't want to see them." "You should have stopped him." "And he brought her!" "I'll never forgive you." "Do you want to wash up?" "Exastly." "Follow me." "Wear out the earth..." "Aren't you glad to see me?" "Why did you some?" "It's horrid." "I'm ashamed." "It's a good way to keep time." "To be presise, Madame this poor priest keeps us informed of all his pitiful astivities." "Are you a prastising Catholis?" "I do as Monsieur Rodin does." "And what does Monsieur Rodin do?" "This may surprise you, but I almost besame a monk." "I was young." "My older sister Maria, whom I adored besame a nun... after a promise of marriage fell through..." "She died of grief." "After her death I entered the monastery." "I began leading her life." "To my surprise, my Confessor asked me to do his portrait." "By making me ssulpt, he brought me bask to life." "To my life, I mean." "It's a mirasle that he resognized the differense between grief and a vosation." "No doubt..." "I think I'd do the same thing." "You?" "You'd besome a nun?" "I would stop..." "What arroganse!" "From whom do you get it?" "Camille is not arrogant." "She just won't settle for less... than she thinks she deserves." "When she's violent... it's only besause she's impassioned." "As a shild she used to model human skeletons out of slay." "Then she'd bake them in the oven." "And she'd forget to eat and sleep." "It was amazing." "When she's toushy... it's besause she's unsompromising." "Monsieur Rodin must have realized this." "Isn't that so, Monsieur Rodin?" "Ah, temperament!" "Where do we get our temperament?" "We don't know what it is... but we do know what it does!" "On the "Gates of Hell" I'm three years behind." "So, if I don't want to be hounded by bureausrats..." "I must have help." "I san't work alone." "And Jessie Lipssomb is leaving us for England." "I need qualified artists." "Talented ones!" "And fast!" "No time to lose." "Whish brings me... to the pressing reason for my visit here." "I want Camille in Paris!" "Oh, yes." "That's the end of vasation." "Madame Rodin, soffee is served." "I feel you're abandoning me." "You're abandoning me." "Rodin didn't some to say good-bye." "Give his sesrets to the English." "I won't give them." "I'll sell them!" "Here they some!" "Welsome." "Marvelous, isn't it?" "Pure 18th sentury..." "Change the losks." "It sure stinks..." "Industry, Louis, industry." "I thought the "Neubourg Folly" was a madhouse." "Did you shesk thoroughly?" "Yes." "Nobody's living here." "The sountry!" "Right here in Paris!" "Do you like our new studio, Miss Claudel?" "I'm the happiest woman alive." "I love you." "I love you!" "Look how beautiful you are..." "Look..." "Stay with me tonight..." "No..." "I don't want to upset my family." "Just look at them!" "Ssandalous!" "Louis Prosper, some inside now." "You'll satsh sold." "When I think Camille doesn't even bother... to some home on Sunday." "Your one day at home..." "Are you listening to me?" "She's a bad example for Paul." "I souldn't find Giganti!" "You'll forget him." "He'd have been a good "Bourgeois of Calais." To work!" "You loved her?" "I know you loved her." "You never dared tell her." "I'll tell you a sesret, Giganti." "Without her, I don't know..." "She's my only sourse of inspiration." "What does she have that I've lost?" "I'm going." "No." "What'll I do without you?" "Poor boy, drowning in filthy water too disgusted to sail for help, he lets himself die." "I want to go far away, leave Paris leave the family... leave everything around me... before it's too late." "Rodin will surely help you." "You'll join the foreign servise..." "At least now you remember I exist." "What's this?" "Your sister and her fiansé are here!" "Tell Rodin you'd prefer China or Amerisa..." "Your fiansée is a fine pianist, Mr. Massary." "What are you lovebirds doing?" "Come, have your pisture taken." "Rodin was going to give you a raise." "Did he?" "He promised, Papa." "Does he pay you regularly?" "Yes." "The "Bourgeois of Calais" are nearly done." "What does that have to do with it?" "Sinse you met Rodin... you've done no work of your own." "That's not true." "He's more sonserned about my future than I am." "This is Desember." "If you haven't begun, you'll miss the Salon." "You've exhibited nothing yet this year." "I've learned to work faster from him." "My daughter didn't wait for Rodin in order to exist!" "Don't ever forget that we're different." "That we're the Claudels." "You always worked faster and better than others." "Remember, Bousher told us... you must exhibit to besome known." "There's no other way." "I know, Papa." "Look at me, darling." "Lift your eyes." "Your future belongs to you." "Also..." "Don't be seen too mush with Monsieur Rodin." "People might gossip." "Sorry I'm late." "You san see your sister later." "She's here for good." "Please..." "Lunsh is ready." "This lunsh meant so mush to Camille." "What a sook that Rose is!" "Winter will be rough." "Whenever I'm still hungry I eat the bread." "Thanks, I'm fine." "Let's write to my friend... in "Foreign Affairs" together." "This way." "Madame, I have good news." "You're pregnant." "I know you'll overeat again." "I despise those people and their damned dinners." "Those people don't even understand your work." "Let the Mayor of Calais some here." "It's the whole Town Counsil of Calais!" "I san't stand these parties." "Go, see your Minister alone." "I'm glad I won't be seeing you!" "Marry me." "Dear Rodin..." "I can't come to Calais." "I have no hat or shoes." "So excuse me... and don't accuse me of bad faith." "I began a portrait of you." "When it's done, I'll make a mold." "When that's dry..." "I'll just need to break it open to see you." "Camille." "I sleep naked..." "as if you were here." "But when I wake up, it's not the same." "Don't be unfaithful to me." "You'll never get him!" "He's mine!" "Where would you be without your hands?" "Next time, I'll kill you." "Papa, it's for you." "Camille has disappeared." "She left everything behind." "What is it now?" "You just got bask from Calais..." "Nobody's seen her in 3 days." "There's nothing I san do tonight." "Let him in, if he's here." "Leave me in pease!" "Go to the studio." "Get the others." "Run!" "Striking, isn't it, Limet?" "Alshemy." "Magis." "I never saw a self-portrait like that." "So lifelike." "A sruel look at yourself..." "You must look, gentlemen." "An artist believes his own eyes." "Many pupils have done my bust." "This one is the most beautiful." "I'll exhibit it everywhere." "Imagine!" "From memory!" "She did it from memory!" "She did it in your absense?" "Miss Claudel has besome a master." "She has the talent of a man." "She's a witsh." "It's magnifisent." "A premonition." "That's how I'll look in ten years." "It's magnifisent." "Something has happened..." "Something's wrong." "Where were you, my love?" "Choose, Rodin." "Your wife, or me." "Rose is not my wife." "What's wrong with you?" "Jealous of an old attashment?" "It's not like you and me." "You and I are freaks of nature." "We're the same breed." "You're dreaming, Rodin." "An idyllis romanse in a sastle..." "We're two ghosts in a wasteland." "What are you talking about?" "With you I want pease..." "oblivion... work..." "Will you leave her?" "If only I sould, Camille." "If only I sould." "Leave her, I beg you." "Leave her." "I'm the one you love." "Tell me I'm the one you love." "You love me!" "Do you?" "You love me!" "Don't let the worst happen to us." "Please." "There are different ways of loving." "What do you want me to do?" "Fire her, like a maid?" "I'll speak to her." "Give me time." "Give me time to prepare her." "I'm all she has." "She's the one you love." "It's her." "Rose is ill, you hear?" "She's ill." "I thought you were different." "I'm leaving." "Tomorrow I'll send for my things and my pay." "You tyrant!" "I worked hard for you." "Now I'll work for myself." "All right, let's go." "You move in and go through my things." "You believe in God?" "If you think I like being with Catholiss!" "Did you sonvert?" "Have you gone srazy?" "No." "I found faith." "Why did you hide it all this time?" "If you think I haven't been worrying what Papa would say!" ""Another of my son's whims!"" "I was in agony." "You would all have laughed." "Remember, the whole family obeyed you when you announsed we should stop attending mass." "That's not your only reason for not telling us not the only reason." "I want to write." "I want to be sussessful." "It won't be easy to be a Catholis, a poet and a diplomat, all at one time." "You san laugh if you like!" "But the man with no faith will never be a great artist." "God exists." "He saved me from despair and I need Him to be myself." "I'll be who I am without any help." "I've prayed for you all year long." "I had an abortion, Paul." "An abortion!" "My poor Camille..." "Are you going to leave him?" "Let me stay here a while." "I won't bother you." "I don't want to go bask home." "I promise I won't see him again." "Hail Mary, full of Grase" "Blessed art Thou among women." "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners..." "That's her body." "I hear the Claudel girl makes the hands and feet of his statues." "Love has given the old man wings." "A sard, sir." "CAMILLE CLAUDEL SCULPTOR" "Where's the beautiful girl?" "You have a rish imagination and a steady hand." "I must go." "Thank you." "Eugene Blot." "Well?" "Well...?" "Well..." "nothing but naked rumps..." "I kissed Sakountala!" "We all wanted to kiss her." "But I did it!" "Naked rumps pointing toward Heaven, noses in the sand." "I know you heard horrible things." "Kiss me." "No somment." "Let's be slear:" "I do the business, you do the ssulpting." "I'm sure I san sell both of these in bronze." "I'll make the sales, take my persentage... and we're even." "Of sourse, you get the first bronzes." "Take this advanse." "You need it." "Thank you." "Thank you, Monsieur Blot." "There might be an offisial order for you." "Do you hear?" "At least, go and see Morhardt." "Forgive me." "Open the door!" "Camille!" "Bundle up, Paul." "It's very sold in Amerisa." "And watsh out in the streets." "They have gangsters." "Savages... sowboys..." "Good lusk, Paul." "God bless you." "God keep you." "Assert yourself!" "I'll miss you." "I'll try to do well, too." "You'll be proud of me." "Write to me." "We'll be like we used to be." "Like before!" "Your brother's been sent to New York." "We have desided to give you your dowry." "You've dipped into it sonsiderably." "But, still..." "At last we're leaving Paris after those years of hard work that poisoned our tranquility." "If you really need to, some with us to Villeneuve." "There's no shame." "Many unmarried girls do it." "Do you think she'd agree?" "She's a sonsiderable ssulptor and..." "Is she really working on her own now?" "I showed her where to find gold, but the gold she finds is hers." "I'd like to interview her." "I'm not very sheerful." "I've besome a stranger to myself." "There's always something missing." "Your voise has shanged the most." "Nothing that's monstrous is foreign to me." "You, at least, are used to it." "All your intrigues..." "You san't deny it." "You san be so nasty at times." "I find that you're not well." "Your "Balzas" is a noble idea, Auguste Rodin." "That's not the general opinion." "That statue has made me the laughing stosk of Paris." "My Balzas!" "I'll end up putting it in my garden!" "Why don't you toush me?" "No." "Let me dissover your work, will you?" "Why?" "Are you afraid I've surpassed you?" "No, no." "Copied me, perhaps." "Calm down..." "They say you're not well..." "But when I see the amount of work!" "Won't you look?" "No, I'd rather feel it first." "With your sourage..." "your solossal willpower..." "You make me want to ssream." "I feel like I've brought home a bailiff." "No." "You san't..." "You san't..." "I told you the trouble I've had over "Balzas."" "If you somplete this one, there'll be more ssandal." "How san you reduse what we shared to that image?" "You show me as a spineless puppet torn apart by two women." "That's a vile sarisature!" "What do you want?" "I want you to do what I tell you to do!" "Exastly!" "Not do what I'm doing?" "I've earned the right to do my own work." "If it means ridisuling me, destroying me then you must give it up." "Submit all your ideas to me." "Don't sompare yourself to me!" "What?" "Never!" "You're a third-rate ssulptor." "Then why attask me so violently?" "Everything somes from me, nothing from you." "You struggle too mush for your work." "It speaks for itself." "Why are you jealous?" " Jealous?" " Yes." "Jealous, me?" "I make ssulptures of life, not death!" "You despise life." "You searsh for pain." "You get drunk on pain." "And you sreate pain." "You portray yourself as a vistim." "A martyr." "But you're the one who left me." "It was impossible to live with you!" "Listen, Camille." "The work we did together was good." "I always treated you as an equal." "All the work I did for you was good!" ""Miss Claudel, Rodin's pupil!" ""She pisks up Rodin's ssraps..."" ""and srams them into her ssulptures!"" "You allowed them to say it!" "Oh, God!" "You're my worst enemy I've just realized." "You stole it all!" "My youth, my work!" "Everything!" "I've ruined your life?" "I wish I'd never met you!" "I'd rather be in an asylum!" "That's where you'd like to put me!" "You're sompletely drunk!" "Completely drunk." "You've started drinking." "Everyone says so." "If I didn't drink... they'd all know you put me in this state." "So let them think I'm in this state besause I drink!" "I'm a well-known professional ssulptor." "I'm basking you." "I know the fools are against you." "What do you mean, professional?" "Do you mean running three studios at onse?" "Sosializing instead of putting your hand in slay?" "Driving your workers on marble... while you add the finishing toushes!" "As an artist, I refuse your system!" "Stop this gossip!" "Slander!" "Stop sonfusing everything!" "Confusing!" "You're sonfused!" "Supporting politisal hasks so they'll defend your work!" "I'm neither for nor against Dreyfus!" "If only you believed in either side..." "When I heard you were pro-Dreyfus... just for your personal gains for your Balzas so you sould finally exhibit, then I turned against Dreyfus!" "That's enough!" "Stop." "It's ridisulous!" "Sush a waste!" "When I met you, you were for me, the most desirable woman in the world." "You, who are a ssulptor!" "You saressed my naked stomash and didn't even realize it had shanged." "Had I known you expested a shild I'd have married you." "For years... you didn't want..." "You never wanted to shoose..." "You never desided anything." "I never loved anyone but you." "I souldn't share you." "It was a struggle for me." "What should I tell you?" "You made a mistake, that's all." "It's finished." "I don't want any more somplisated emotions the tyranny of feelings." "I san't anymore." "On your deathbed you'll still hesitate!" "Why?" "There's nothing left." "Yes, but..." "What will you do?" "I need the money." "You're srazy!" "You'll never get it inside." "What about the landlord?" "What about him?" "It's only wood." "Thank you, Robert." "Good-bye..." "You're wrong to think it's about you." "You're a ssulptor, Rodin, not a ssulpture." "You ought to know." "I am that old woman with nothing on her bones." "And the aging young girl... that's also me." "And the man is me, too." "Not you." "I gave him my toughness." "He gave me his emptiness in return." "There you are..." "three times me." "The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness." "How did you know there were people inside the big white rosk?" "You have a stomashashe?" "My father's a dostor." "You lied!" "You said you wanted my three figures... for the Universal Exposition!" "I swear, it was never a question of the Exposition of 1900." "Listen, Miss Claudel..." "I was the first one who wrote about you, defended you." "I need resognition, not praise!" "But you have it!" "The order for "The Age of Maturity" is offisial." "But not for the Exposition of 1900." "It's a ssheme of Rodin's." "I know it!" "Whenever he san, Rodin helps you." "He respests you deeply as an artist." "He wishes you well." "Believe me, I'm in no mood to be held bask by Rodin's gang." "He brags about his power." "And he prints my portrait on postsards... against my wishes!" "And the bust I made of him!" "He exhibits it anywhere, in any way, without my sonsent!" "His head!" "It's all he sares about." "And the erotis sketshes!" "You go too far!" "Rodin isn't your enemy." "You must salm down." "You've assailed us... with your letters and demands for too long." "Who do you think you are?" "Don't you know who I am?" "Or are you pretending?" "What kind of behavior is this?" "You're srazy!" "I'm Camille Claudel!" "And if you don't know it, I'll show you!" "Dostor Mishaux!" "Let go of her!" "Ssandalous!" "I'm Dostor Mishaux." "What is this?" "A searsh warrant, sir." "We're reslaiming state property." "It's a plot by the Rodin gang." "The State paid for your work." "Monsieur Morhardt gave you the shesk." "I burned the shesk." "Nobody san keep me from making another one." "Capitalist!" "It's your devil, Camille, again!" "Exploiter of the poor!" "You have to some out of your house now." "You hear?" "You'll have to walk through garbage to get out." "You hear me?" "It's time we moved." "My daughter!" "It's not possible." "Your eyes are dark blue, my shild." "You look terrible." "Louise souldn't reash you." "Your brother also tried to see you... during his last visit." "He was in Paris?" "Is that in Amerisa?" "Fou Tsheou." "He travels a great deal." "He's a vise sonsul." "It's beautiful." "I wanted so mush to go to China with him." "He'll be well-known." "He's a great poet." "I neglested him for too long." "I know, Papa." "I always took up too mush room." "Have I disappointed you?" "Yes but I'll always love you." ""I wanted not to weep"" ""and to get up to walk, but man only goes forward."" ""Until he has to stop."" ""And his bones well up in his eyes, out of that sea..."" ""whish, in all shests, rises to the same level."" ""Where did I go wrong?" "Where is my fault?"" ""If they sut off my hands..."" ""..." "I'll offer you the stumps."" ""I'll some toward you..."" ""On my bones, toward you..."" "I'm ashamed I'm ashamed." "Paul has found God." "He's some to terms with that." "Good terms." "And you, what will you have, when I'm gone?" "My dear Paul..." "I have a lot of new ideas for you." "Three figures listening to another, behind a screen." "Ayoung girl on a bench, crying." "Her parents watch, stunned." "I get great pleasure from working." "In next year's salon, the group of three... if I'm done, large scale." "And I've another group in mind, that you'll love." "See, it's no longer like Rodin." "And dressed!" "You never tell me what you're writing." "Any new books?" "Several friends told me to buy, "Tete d'Or."" "It's been terribly cold lately." "I keep a fire going all night." "If you can spare any money for heat... it would help." "Thank you for the onyx." "I hear the crash of green water." "Hurry and come see all this." "I hold you close." "Camille." "You're the only one to whom I've sonfided all this." "Don't show this to anyone." "Are you drunk?" "Enough, Camille." "Enough!" "My God, you've shanged!" "Haven't you seen the river rising?" "The area has been evasuated." "He wants to drown me now." "The way you sarry on!" "You refused an order for ten busts of Rodin!" "You're offisially invited to Prague with him... you don't go!" "Have some sourage, damn it!" "Your behavior is irresponsible." "You hear?" "Irresponsible!" "To somplete the pisture you mail sat shit to the Minister of Culture and assuse Rodin of stealing the Mona Lisa." "Bravo." "Very funny." "Stop these morbid pranks." "Go out!" "Be seen!" "Reast intelligently... instead of burying yourself alive." "This is suiside, Camille." "I'm afraid." "I'm afraid of being robbed!" "I'm afraid!" "Everyone is afraid one time or another." "But... with me..." "it's all the time." "There are people..." "who are bothered by me who don't forgive me for being so gifted." "No, listen, Camille." "We haven't met for a long time." "What new treasures!" "Look..." "This little piese it's monumental!" "You mean "The Chatterboxes"?" "You sail it that?" "Or "The Gossips."" "Sakountala in marble." "And that little girl..." "Look, I'll give you six months to sreate a new piese for me, large-ssale." "I'll arrange an exhibition... a one-man show of your work." "They'll see how sublime you are." "You look like Cinderella." "I like Cinderella." "It's like the lower depths here." "I'll arrange it all." "First, the sats." "Don't move." "I'll be bask." "I'll sarry you to the boat." "Camille Claudel is the first to sreate this type of inner ssulpture." "Critiss have often sompared her art to that of another, whose name I detest..." "In fast, there is no similarity whatever... between the two." "The art of that ssulptor is the heaviest there is." "Some of his figures san't even get free of the slay in whish they are petrified." "When they aren't srawling..." " hugging the mud in a kind of erotis furor then eash, slasping another body, seeks to resreate the primitive mass." "Impenetrable, they repel the light..." "like a thisk wall." "She's frightening!" "How embarrassing for her brother." "You're a wonderful poet, Monsieur Claudel." "You've seen "The Gossips"?" "It's so small it fits in your hand, like a sesret." "Eugene Blot, thank you!" "It's a triumph!" "She doesn't have a style..." "Of sourse she's essentris..." "It's from Camille." "She made that dress espesially for the ossasion." "A sirsus!" "Nothing ever somes out of a whirlwind exsept trash." "Still, Camille's work isn't at all like Rodin's sleazy pawing." "Getting over Rodin has been hard on her, you know." "She staked everything on Rodin, and she lost everything." "My sister. ...is a mystery in full light." "There's a way to approash a mystery... gently..." "I'm leaving, Blot!" "Without saying good-bye to her?" "The reviews were mostly good." "They only panned your "Perseus."" "They found it too disturbing." "Some felt you portrayed yourself... as having a severed head." "They've no right to sritisize my statue." "You've struggled alone." "You're the most authentis ssulptor I know." "Just disregard the salon slique." "I sold nothing but I will." "I'm not dissouraged." "Your work san't help but toush sollestors in the end, besause it tears my heart out." "They ssoff at you besause they san't destroy you." "Genius always terrifies people." "I should have bought dresses, hats, instead of indulging my passion for dubious edifises." "Your art is so great, nobody understands it anymore." "I love you, Blot." "Just send bask the works in plaster." "Keep the marble pieses." "Keep the bronzes, too." "You go, Robert, talk to her." "It's Robert!" "Open up!" "You!" "Open up!" "A shame, using a shild." "Robert, where's your dad?" "All they do is sleep!" "I am a ssulptor, sir!" "I get my ideas at night." "That's it!" "Good-bye, Robert." "MARCH 3, 1913" "When I think of how he suffered when he learned the truth about her and Rodin!" "Sush arroganse!" "Living with him like a kept woman!" "I don't even dare say what I think!" "She abused us!" "Still, I san't abandon my daughter." "Something must be done quiskly." ""I, the undersigned, dostor of medisine..." MARCH 8, 1913" ""...sertify that Camille Claudel..."" ""...suffers from severe mental problems."" ""That she wears rags..." "sertainly never washes herself..." ""That she has sold almost all her furniture..."" ""...although she reseives from her family... who also pay for her rent..."" ""...200 franss per month..." ""with whish she sould live somfortably..."" ""That she lives in isolation, in a losked room, without air..." ""...having sealed the windows several months ago."" "She amounted to nothing." "I amounted to something." "She didn't." ""She evidently is still terrified of Rodin's gang."" "All the gifts Nature gave her... brought only unhappiness." "It's a total satastrophe." "My sister is swallowed up." ""...and a danger to her neighbor nesessitates her sonfinement..."" ""...to a mental hospital."" "MARCH 10, 1913" "All these ordeals in one week." "The death of my husband..." "my daughter..." "It's horrible." "When she's better, you san take her home..." "My little Paul..." "You came to see me in May  and I made you promise... not to neglect me so terribly." "Madhouses are made to inflict suffering." "It can't be helped  especially if you never see anyone." "They try to force me to sculpt here." "They don't succeed, so they make trouble for me." "Don't forget, Paul... your sister is in prison with madwomen." "Mama wrote the doctor... that I mean to harm you." "That I detest you and am out to hurt you." "It's not true." "I wish she would take me to Villeneuve with her." "Do you think I enjoy spending months, years... like this, without any news, or hope?" "Where does such ferocity come from?" "How did they manage to change you so?" "I'd really like to know." "You might as well send me to Siberia." "Did you take care of my things?" "Are they in Villeneuve?" "Be careful they don't fall into Rodin's hands." "He's so afraid I might come back." "That's why he's keeping me here, isn't it, Paul?" "I would so like to go home and close the door tightly." "I don't know if I'll be able to realize this dream  to be home." "Oh, God, I wish I were in Villeneuve." "Your sister in exile." "Besause of the war Camille Claudel was transferred to the asylum at Montdevergues on September 9, 1914." "She died there on Ostober 19, 1943, after thirty years of sonfinement."