Sombras

by RM

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Just as a man sitting in the countryside employs, to accompany his meditation, a tree or a rock on which to anchor his eye, so a work by Camille Claudel in the middle of a room is, by its mere form, like those curious stones the Chinese collect: a kind of monument to inner thought, the tuft of a theme accessible to any and every dream. While a book, for example, must be taken from the shelves of a library, or a piece of music must be performed, the worked metal or stone here releases its own incantation, and our chamber is imbued with it.