the woman, the work, the world, and transcendence
My wings are not clipped
I go beyond the given through artistic expression
I throw prudence to the wind to try to emerge beyond the given world
I dare bold flights towards goals, and thereby risk setbacks.
I do not lack audacity to break through the ceiling
I adopt in front of the whole world, the disinterested attitude that opens up wider horizons.
I can be counted on to blaze new trails
I dissipate mirages and do not exhaust my courage - I do not stop in fear at the threshold of reality
I penetrate other shadows beyond clarity
I go beyond the pretext
I traverse the given in search of its secret dimension
I project my spirit with all its riches in an empty sky that is its to fill
the woman, the work, the world
I fully assume the agonising tête-à-tête with the given world
I abandon myself to the contemplation of the world: I am capable of creating it anew
I set the world apart. I question it. I denounce its contradictions. I take it seriously.
I approach nature in its inhuman freedom, try to decipher its foreign meanings and lose myself in order to unite with this other presence
I feel responsible for the universe
I think myself authorised to work out the fate of all humanity in my particular life
I make my history, my problems, my doubts and my hopes those of humanity
I attempt to discover in my life and my works all of reality
I enrich our vision of the world
the woman and the work
truth itself is ambiguity, depth, mystery: I acknowledge the presence of this enigma, and then I rethink it, re-create it
I passionately lose myself in my projects
I commit myself entirely to my enterprise. I am not tempted to give it up
I do not settle for a mediocre success. I dare to aim higher
I forget myself and generously aim for a goal
I aim for an object rather than my subjective success
I envisage art as serious work
I do not consider it to be a simple ornament of my life
I acquire technique. I do not balk at the thankless solitary trials and errors of work that is never exhibited, that has to be destroyed and done over again a hundred times. I do not cheat or hope to get by with a few ruses
I work
I do not attach too much importance to minor failures and modest successes
I have the courage to displease
I dare to irritate, explore, explode
I disown reasonable modesty
I refuse to orchestrate the mystification intended to persuade women to ‘remain women’
I can be a creator
the independent woman
I may feel alone within the world: I stand up in front of it, unique and sovereign
I posit myself as a freedom
I refuse to be object and prey
I will not waste my time on shopping and dress fittings and such
I do not deny my intelligence... or my age
I will not repudiate everything in me that is ‘different’
I have this madness in talent called genius
I will not stifle my originality; I trust it
I am solidly sure that I have already found myself
When the struggle to claim a place in this world gets too rough, there can be no question of tearing myself away from it; I emerge within it in sovereign solitude to try to grasp it anew
I learn from the practice of abandonment and transcendence, in anguish and pride
I dare to construct myself (and cherish myself)