He has written much about the tormented relationships of some of the great geniuses of art. Give some example. They are very known stormy relations that Picasso had with women, many of them spent study to bed and hence to the canvas, or vice versa. Object of study have also been relations between Amadeo Modigliani and Diego Rivera with Jeanne Hebuterne and Frida Kahlo, respectively. I’ve become to come up with a great story of love and hate, passion and disdain. It is the relationship between two great sculptors of late 19th century and early 20th century: Auguste Rodin and Camille Claudel. Today I would like to focus on the figure of the artist, a great sculptor misunderstood in his time (when the intelligentsia was a prerogative of the man) and only after more than thirty years of his death reached the unanimous recognition. Camille Claudel (1864-1943) was a French sculptor who lived in the shadow of one of the great nineteenth-century master sculptors: Auguste Rodin (1840-1917).
A woman outside the common. He had to face his era and his own family to be able to devote himself to sculpture and to live together with his great love, Rodin. Had everything to succeed: beauty, talent, intelligence and courage. He was born in Villeneuve-sur-Fere (Aquitaine region). I wanted to be an artist and had a predisposition for the handling of clay. With the support of his parents (unusual circumstance at the time) a young Camille appeared in Paris in 1881.
He lived in Montparnasse attending the Colarossi Academy. In 1883 he had his first encounter with Auguste Rodin. The following year he entered to study in his workshop and became, with the passage of time, collaborator and lover. Very early Rodin discovers the intensity of his passion against the reserve and distance dominated by Camille. Rodin was a mature man (43 years) when he met Camille Claudel (18 years).