Camille Claudel

My works cry out for recognition.

Love is a statue that crumbles with time.

The female form holds infinite mysteries.

I am a victim of my own genius.

Art heals the wounds it inflicts.

They locked away my body, but not my mind.

Sculpture demands truth, not flattery.

In silence, creation speaks loudest.

My family fears what they cannot control.

The artist's path is lined with thorns.

I carve my pain into beauty.

Rodin's legacy overshadows mine unjustly.

Every figure I sculpt is a piece of me.

Freedom is the artist's greatest muse.

The world prefers pretty lies to raw truth.

My maturity is a mature age.

Stone whispers secrets to those who listen.

I am not broken; I am remade in marble.

Love's embrace is often a stranglehold.

The critic's words are dust on my pedestal.