The original text was first published on the WeChat public account "Xiaozhong Pioneer" (August 19, 2019)
Bad love makes her unfree, makes every "she" unfree, especially the affectionate and talented them. Nothing can hurt the spirit of those women more destructively than love, and then destroy them. Talent and passion for life.
Camille Claudel, try to pronounce Camille Claudel in French, "l" should use the touch of the tongue and the roots of the teeth of the upper jaw to make a gentle sound, just like the painting with gentle and warm eyes woman. She is Rodin's lover—just as the translation of Camille Claudel's film in China before this year's Shanghai Film Festival defined her—but no, she is not, she is a genius sculptor with her own signed sculpture , But unfortunately, fell in love with Rodin-a great artist, a scumbag in the emotional world. How scumbag is he to Camille? Not to mention Xiao Jun to Xiao Hong, Hu Lancheng to Zhang Ailing, compared to contemporary times, you can see the bitter love between Japan's No. 1 singer Akina Nakamori and "Century Scumman" Kondo Masahiko in the 1980s. What is the status of Akina Nakamori? Probably it was when Anita Mui was in Hong Kong and the Chinese music scene, but she was earlier than Anita Mui. It can even be said that the latter was influenced and inspired by her. In "A Chinese Ghost Story", Nie Xiaoqian and Tsui Hark originally wanted to invite Akina Nakamori to star , Reluctantly refused, only to start the legend of Wang Zuxian, and the beauty picture in the movie is still painted according to Ming Cai. So, how scumbag is Kondo Masahiko? He can make Akina, Meigu, and Akina’s opponent, Ji Matsuda Seiko, fall in love with him. Meigu said that Japan’s most unforgettable love affair, Akina has been betrayed for many years, and even tried to commit suicide. Fortunately, the Son of God stopped the loss in time and retreated. The problem is that Kondo has no money, no appearance, ruthlessness, meaninglessness, and talent. God just loves to make this kind of joke with kind people, isn't it?
Back a hundred years ago, Auguste Rodin of France was dominating the art world. He was recognized as the greatest and most famous sculptor in the world from the 19th to the beginning of the 20th century. This year, it is not just a beautiful female model, but a 19-year-old lady with a talented angel face. She admires him and admires him; he admires her and likes her, but they are not suitable for each other, except for the love and killing nature of the artists' distinctive personalities—"An artist should not fall in love with another artist"— —Said Marina Abramovich, the mother of performance art who created "The Great Wall of Love" for the last time before breaking up with her lover Uray.
Another fatal problem is that Rodin’s long-term female partner-is a "female partner" not a "wife" because she is not married-a vulgar woman named Rose, a person who does not understand Rodin's art, and a soup In the end, the vulgar woman who had to lift the soup bowl and scratch the bottom of the bowl with a spoon was a woman who had followed Rodin, who had been penniless since she was a girl, and gave birth to a son for Rodin. Although I have always disliked the term "giving birth to a man", Ross, who has no life skills and no financial resources, completely needs Rodin to support Ross, and completely depends on Rodin to survive, this situation is indeed "birth for a man." child". However, please don’t blame or contempt her humbleness. She is just an ordinary poor woman who lives in an era when she is still not friendly to women even in France. Limited to society, limited to male leaders including Rodin.
I once heard a friend analyze the reason for his fiancé’s cheating for another friend: The real reason is not the seduction of a third party, but something in your own relationship that cannot meet his needs. Rose can give Rodin a home to stay in place at any time, but for her, Rodin has long been unable to obtain physical pleasure and spiritual satisfaction. The former is very convenient for these two desires. You can undress and undress naked in the sculpture room. The relative model got it, and the latter, God finally brought Camille to Rodin, or to say, Camille himself sent himself to Rodin. She became his goddess of inspiration, she was happy to be his "model", he took her to the banquet of the upper class in Paris, she didn't care about people's whispers. Together they moved to a love nest in a hidden old manor, he painted for her and praised her beauty. He closed his eyes, touched her face and head with his fingers, and made a portrait of her. The appearance of love is that two people cannot see the world outside of them.
But her father became worried:
"Rodan told me that he intended to raise your salary, did he do it?
Does he pay your salary on time? "
Camille said yes, yes, of course. Then he avoided his gaze:
""The Volunteers of Calais" is almost finished."
"What about you? What did you do?
Since you knew Mr. Rodin, you no longer create by yourself.
It is now December. If you have not started to create, you will not have time to participate in the exhibition. You have not held an exhibition this year. "
"But I learned from him the skills to speed up creation."
"My daughter does not exist for Mr. Rodin!
Your creation has always been faster and better than others.
You must rely on participating in the exhibition to gain popularity, but there is no other way.
Darling, look at me, raise your eyes, the future belongs to you. "
The future belongs to everyone, and every woman must remember this. Don't put your dreams, emotions, and everything in life on another person, whether it is your lover, children, or other people. You may be lonely in this way, or you may meet a partner who can support you, respect you, and does not require you to be weaker than him. Such a partner must be extremely strong in heart and truly brave.
The Eiffel Tower is gradually rising in the middle of the city. I don’t know how many times Camille found out that she was pregnant and then had a miscarriage. And Rodin has to constantly deal with the social occasions of the art world, Camille is very tired of this, she devoted herself to work alone, and even no decent clothes can go out to accompany Rodin's new works on display. The only ones who accompanied her were the cold stones and dirty soil in the studio. Rose was about to come to the house to make a fuss and hurt her hand.
"I set out to make a statue for you. I made another plaster mold based on the clay. When the mold is dry, break the mold and you will be visible."
Camille hugged her clay embryo, lonely and painful:
"I slept naked as if you were beside me, but when I woke up I didn't see you."
A plaster statue was standing in Rodin's studio. He knocked on the mold anxiously and saw himself. He exclaimed:
"Since then Miss Claudel has been a teacher."
The other men around the statue also exclaimed:
"She has the talent of a man."
"She is simply a witch."
This sentence stung Camille. Rodin heard her voice and went to the next room to find her. It was not the tenderness of lover's reunion that greeted him, but Camille finally decided to get Rodin's. A choice:
"Choose, Rodin. Your wife is still me."
"Ross is not my wife.
That's not the same as between you and me. We are natural rebellious, you and I are of the same kind. "
"You are dreaming, Rodin. You are dreaming soft dreams in the castle. We are a pair of wandering souls in the wilderness."
"I am with you to enjoy peace and forget everything and create."
"Are you willing to leave her mother?"
"If I can. Camille, if I can."
"I beg you to leave her. You love me. You say, you say you love me. You love me, don't you? You love me."
"There are many ways to love."
The artist can express the appeal of Qi people's blessing so poetically. A woman who understands this poetry will probably be moved, just like Wang Jiazhi will feel "he loves me" when he sees the ring. It is undeniable that Rodin loves Camille, and perhaps the only woman he really loves from the soul in his life is Camille. If Camille has half of Rose’s weak and peaceful posture, she may also be able to accept this incompleteness. Love, imperfect happiness, or even leave her and Rodin’s child, accept Rodin’s offering, and always be the muse in her paradise, as the model of his soul, and stay in line with Ross well. But Camille is a proud woman who knows her genius. If love cannot be fulfilled, if affection is tarnished, she would rather throw it away, no matter how painful she is, she will have to give up. In the face of dignity, eros must be bypassed.
In 1895, after being Rodin's lover for fifteen years, Camille finally chose to leave. But did Camille, who left Rodin, make his life better? She made a small sculpture with a similar meaning to Rodin's "Kiss". Yes, people would say that she was influenced by Rodin.
At 19 Rue Bourbon in Paris, Camille settled down here after a short stay at his younger brother's house, and has been with soil and stones day and night from now on. "The most beautiful women in Paris hold an exhibition in the most beautiful patio," the men cheered before knocking on the door to visit. Brother, Debussy and friends came to bring Camille the results of the exhibition:
"The goddesses in the sky, her face is pressed in the mud, everyone wants to kiss her."
"I know the wind reviews must be bad," Camille said indifferently. At night, she circulated happily with Debussy on the dance floor, but she saw the old woman sitting silently in front of the red wall. She was alone after many years, and the warm red set off the dying soul even more pale.
Of course, her talent has attracted some people's attention:
"Modern women like her work very much. She is the most noteworthy female artist today." said a female reporter who wanted to interview Camille after interviewing Rodin.
"I have pointed out to her where the treasure is, and she relies on her to dig it out." Rodin proudly announced to the female reporter. Men always want to be women's shapers, just like the professors in "The Flower Girl" especially enjoy training poor flower girls into high-class ladies, but I'm sorry, people are self-conscious, especially When she has completed her self-growth and self-examination, she will choose to leave.
In the four-walled studio of the family apprentice, Camille continued to chisel the marble hard, dripping blood from her hands on the white stone, like a sacrifice.
She finally allowed Rodin to walk into her studio. In the darkness, Rodin touched the statues, feeling, "Your perseverance is amazing." What about her pain? Did he touch it?
Then, he came to the "Just Time" where Camille's great inspiration and hard work was poured into, and he suddenly burst into anger:
"How can you sculpt our previous pictures so unbearable? You molded me into a doll torn apart by two women. Such naked irony is too shameless.
I want you to do as I say. Burn it.
Shouldn't deface me, destroy me. No matter what original ideas you have, you should let me know first.
The two of us cannot be compared. It's simply incomparable. You are a third-rate sculptor.
All your creative ideas come from me, not yourself. You struggled hard for this.
I sculpt life, not death. You resent life, pursue pain, indulge in pain, and create pain. Think of yourself as a victim, compare yourself to a martyr, but you left me. "
Camille was still angrily answering her old lover and former teacher. Gradually, she sat down in pain, silent tears, and weakly argued:
"I can't live with you like that."
And Rodin is still talking about sculpture, works, art, creation:
"Camille, we had good years. I have always treated you like an artist.
It turns out that you are my most dangerous enemy. "
"You stole everything from me. You stole my youth, creation and everything.
I really regret getting acquainted with you. I would rather go to a lunatic asylum. "
She tried hard to condemn the man who was opposite her for ruining her life. It sounded so humble. In the final analysis, it was Camille yourself that allowed Rodin to exploit your talent, your emotions, and your vitality.
"Remember when we first met, I thought you were the sexiest woman in the world."
"You are a sculptor. Your sensitive hands have touched my naked abdomen, and you haven't even noticed that everything has changed."
"I knew you were pregnant, I would marry you, Camille."
"You have been reluctant for years. You have been reluctant to choose. Reluctant to make decisions."
"But I only love you."
"I don't want to share what I love. I can't tolerate it."
"It's over. I don't want to be bothered by feelings anymore. I don't want this kind of forced love anymore."
"You are still hesitating to death."
Camille finally let go and lost Rodin.
Her fragility and Rodin's coldness had already laid the groundwork since they first met. That year, Rodin essentially instructed Camille on how to play with her model for the first time, and Camille stopped him because he was afraid of hurting the model Giganti.
"You are too kind to the model." Rodin criticized her.
"The torso was covered because Gigandi was injured." Camille later told Rodin.
Facing the back of Camille's departure, Rodin thought: "At least you still know what is moving yourself."
Camille sold almost all the objects in the studio in order to buy a piece of marble. She sat sadly in the empty room with only her sculptures left, sitting next to "Just When Part":
"You were wrong, it wasn't you.
The old woman who has passed away is me, and the girl who has lost her youth and kneeling down is also me, and the man is still me, not you. I gave him all the pain and exchanged emptiness with him. Those are my three incarnations. Three incarnations of emptiness intertwined. "
This statue, the text expressing this explanation, and a dozen other works by Camille are in the collection of the Rodin Museum in Paris. Most of the rest was destroyed by herself.
During the ten years on Bourbon Street in Paris, Camille’s movements have been restricted by her family. Due to mental problems, she was first sent to a mental hospital near Paris, and then to the Montdevergues shelter in Vauclusive in the south of France. Near Avignon, now famous for its theater festival.
In another story inspired by the manuscript medical records of Camille’s letters and the work and letters of her brother Paul, "Camille in 1915," the 51-year-old Camille has been trapped in a shelter. , Because she was in custody rather than living, she cried bitterly in front of the doctor, accusing the "gentlemen" of the society against her, accusing Rodin of her exploitation, accusing her family of abandoning:
"I don't know why I am here. How long will this ridiculous thing last?
I was imprisoned like a criminal. Even worse, there is no lawyer or family to help me out of this hell.
I lost my freedom, fire, food, and basic facilities, making me what you want.
Even my parents abandoned me, they were completely silent about my complaints.
It was terrible and was abandoned in this way.
I can't resist the sadness, I'm overwhelmed.
Mom and sister, they tried every means to kidnap me. No letter, no meeting.
They did so much to prevent me from leaving here. They took my inheritance.
Do you blame me? live alone? Spend the rest of my life with cats?
They are fanatical persecutors. These gentlemen lashed out at me and seized all my works. They were eager to put this poor woman accusing them of an annoying and unreasonable charge.
They won't let me out.
Please do your best to set me free. I have no other intentions, I am not strong enough. "
Pierre, a female patient in the shelter, had her hands fastened in front of her abdomen in leather handcuffs. She was full of grief and despair, and fell into the field. Camille's eyes touched her, which was an observation of her own destiny and pain. That pair of leather handcuffs reminds me of what linguists have discovered: In the past, men created penalties to punish women for saying things they shouldn’t say.
Camille went out for a short outing with women suffering from mild or severe mental illness. With the support and company of the nuns, they set off to the outskirts. The blue and white sky was blown by the wind all the year round. Green trees. Camille walked alone behind the crowd, watching them staggering and stepping on the white gravel. Do these white stones remind her of the marble statues in Rodin's studio: The Kiss, Calais "The Righteous People", "The Gate of Hell"? Going forward, will you think of her first marble sculpture, a male foot, which belongs to Jigandi—the strong and powerful but gentle Jigandi? Do you think of the first time she walked into Rodin's marble warehouse, among the white marble blocks, she had chosen the cone-shaped piece of "very easily broken" Greek Paros marble.
"They exploited my talent.
This is the exploitation of women. They want me to bleed and sweat.
Under this kind of enslavement, I lost too many beautiful things.
I want to go home and close the door. "
But she never returned home, never left this hellish sanctuary, even though she had become calm and docile, even though she very strongly wanted to approach Paris, "living alone in the countryside", even though the doctor suggested that , But Camille's dearest brother was unwilling to fulfill her wish. She finally spent twenty-nine years in the shelter. When she died on October 19, 1943, she was 79 years old and was buried in a cemetery. Her body will never be found.
Regarding the tragedy of his sister's life, Paul's evaluation is:
"There is no worse job than art. Genius pays a price.
The art profession is a very dangerous profession that almost no one can resist.
Art liberates people's minds and is very dangerous.
Imagination and sensitivity can easily make balance out of control and ruin an otherwise stable life.
At the age of thirty, my sister thought that Rodin would not marry her. Her life collapsed instantly, she didn't even have room to struggle, and her mind came to the end of her life. "
Regardless of art, destiny, bad lover, or bad love, "the rest is nothing more than silence," Camille said. "From love to worry, from love to fear; if you are away from the lover, there is no worry and no fear." These four verses are more about the desire to love. Jin Yong arranged for Guo Xiang to hear it and let her Dawu. And fate did not give Camille a chance to run to freedom. Only today, more than half a century later, her name has finally changed from "Rodin's Lover" to "Camille Claudel", which deserves to be celebrated.
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