Camille Claudel - Sculpture-Art-Passion! Ohh the MOVIE!

Creating sculpture is such a passionate, hands on art form and Camille Claudel understood that well. Such a sad ending to a glorious artist. Camille Claudell was a remarkable sculptor and I personally believe it was because of her passion and her dark side. She breathed passion, and to me, that is what it takes to make great art. As a sculptor myself I have always loved her, related to clay between my fingers and the angst that drives it all.

Back then, when Camille Claudel lived, people dug up their own clay, they didn't buy it by the box.

Think of the devotion it must have taken. Her drive to not only dig up the clay, but to practice; to create an image in her mind in clay, over and over, until she became good enough for Rodin to take notice of her. To practice enough that a person could actually be satisfied by meeting an accomplishment of a sculpture to be proud of, yet driven to get better.

I don't think 'anyone' ever actually arrives to any kind of perfection in themselves.. good thing.. lest why keep trying?

To be a good artist one must understand it is about devotion to art, love of the craft, not so much the result to admire as a finished product, it was love for art that drove Claudel and possibly that dark side (?) Do you think? Does it take a dark side to create art of real consequence?

Maybe that's just me to agree? Not always of course.. no not always but it is there very often, that dark side. Yet there must also be a LOVE for art that causes a person to fee that there is little that would ever deter them from doing art.

People forget sometimes that it takes practice to become good at art and it never ends. People comment on Olympic champions, the hours of practice to arrive at the Olympics.. art is no different.

I feel a special attachment to her because she died on my birthday..stupid I guess. I am not saying I have taken her talent as mine.. or that when she died I began, but I do feel a certain affinity with her.

Passion comes to bless us all, we just need to meet it at its gate.

Kathy

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TURN ON SOME MUSIC!

Turn on some music while you enjoy my lens! Smile.

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I LOVE the Movie "Camille Claudel"

It is a MUST see for any artist or people of passion.

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iamamiwhoami and Sarah Brightman

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I love Camille Claudel because of her passion, her drive and of course her talent in art and sculpture.

I love her work and the torture of her life. That may sound funny and I don't want that to be misunderstood, but when someone loves art as much as Camille Claudel did..pain automatically comes with that. That is my belief anyway. I hope to write articles on the subject and post them here from time to time.

Kathy

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Want to learn to sculpt or be a better sculptor? DRAW, DRAW, DRAW!

I write poetry... post poems here... and there... and here below:

Grim Reaper Drawings - A Host to the Dark Side

I stood in the hallway

grim reaper drawings everywhere.

They clawed their way here.

They were seen yesterday

someone mentioned

trampling on my fairies.

OH! Whimsical angels were drowning

in their own voices.

There is no light

so I had to tell them the truth.

What else was there to do?

It is the dark side.

I'm having trouble finding my way outside the box

If it weren't for all those curtains

holes in the corner...

damn.

Maybe I should just give it all more time.

Maybe I should be more optimistic.

Maybe.

Always those excused ripples

messages unveiled

sliding in and out

meaningless days

better be more careful

chicadee.

Try to tie the ribbons more tightly

lest they get away this time.

No more excuses accepted

not for grim reaper.

Cold at last

I'll put on layers today

protect me from people who point out faults.

People made of dust

yet they don't know that.

Who am I to crack their barriers?

I think I'll just stand back laughing.

Bloody sheets

pitiful graves

no one to laugh at really.

It is the dark side.

Grim reaper reaches out

I give him a leg up

he insists he's always done things on his own.

I'm sure...

I believe him

of course!

I still remain in his chorus

none the less

sing those tunes

keep it edgy I hear me saying

all the way to all those headstones.

Block out any sense of confinement

can't you?

There are bloody sheets

just about everywhere I look

I want to wrap them up

stick them in an envelope.

No matter how they fit

send them off with no return address

no protesting

I know that they will find me anyway

giving them a clear route

they know where I sleep.

Outside I hear the loon

I formed one with clay once

I am convinced he still knows his place.

Despite my objections

he'll hang around

waits for platforms

paint that will surround his call.

I will ignore it

or at least try.

Grim reaper drawings

I will not frame them after all

no boxes here

he really does not like them

and after all

it is the dark side

and I am still a part of his chorus.

01 March 2008

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

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Thank you for stopping by!

Aloha, Kathy

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