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. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I would prefer to have a more appealing job. If I could still change careers, I would prefer it. This unfortunate art is made… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
You promised to take care of me and not to turn your back on me. How is it possible that you never wrote to… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
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… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I sleep completely naked to make me believe you are here, but when I wake up it is not the same thing. Most of… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
You know what black hatred women feel toward me as soon as they see me, until I return inside my shell, they use every… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
I am in no mood to be deceived any longer by the crafty devil and false character whose greatest pleasure is to take advantage… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
My countrymen have commissioned a bust of the Republic. It will be placed on the fountain of my native town. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine. — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
It is in fact agreed that I am the plague, the cholera of the benevolent and generous men who are interested in art and… — Camille Claudel Copy Share Image
