His face rests on her cheek, eyes closed, the contact revealing masculinity and surrender together. Her head tilts to the left, her lips almost about to kiss the corner of his neck where – one feels – she tends to sink when looking for peace and protection. The two naked torsos interlace in a close embrace as they dance, while the long cloth that envelops her legs flows to the right, on a robust diagonal movement that follows the twirling of their dancing steps and highlights even further the intensity of the moment.
Time stood still around me – imitating the time that has permanently paused around the two dancers – as I marveled at The Waltz of Camille Claudel displayed in the newly-opened museum in Nogent-sur-Seine – a museum that bears with pride the name of the sculptor and finally pays tribute to her work which had, unfortunately, stayed in obscurity for almost 100 years. [Read more…]