“Toto is transparent.
Don’t leave it there.
When I’m nervous, I need Toto.
He’ll think we’re mad.
Let him in.
Let him in!
Hello, young ladies.
You have to work the clay.
Don’t rely on inspiration. It doesn’t exist.
What can I teach you, anyway?
A sculpture takes time.
You have to let it rest…
…forget it… to better judge it.
I know. I haven’t finished it. It’s unfinished.
Also, the timing’s bad. I’ve taken on much work. I’m swamped.
Have some tea, at least.
Boucher said you left the Academy. Is that true?
Yes, why? Shouldn’t we have?
No, no. You’ve already solved the heating problem.
This is better. Heating is very important.
My first studio was a stable. Freezing cold.
A rich lady wanted a statue of herself.
I didn’t have a cent, so I got some old shoes…
and tried to burn them for heat, you understand?
The lady arrived and posed… but the smell!
She passed out from the smell.
The scare of my life! I thought she was dead.
What’s this prehistoric beast?
That’s Toto. A small African rhinoceros.”
-from the 1988 French film, Camille Claudel