Camille Claudel was entrenched as Auguste Rodin's long-lasting muse and mistress. Rising as his gifted sculpture student, she rapidly fell into his arms and became bewildered by his enigma as an artist and a man. They met at the same small French monument on a constant basis and let the sun set around their secret Parisian corner. Claudel was in fact a brilliant sculptor in her own right, of course overshadowed by the Master she bedded and bemused. 

Towering on a wooden ladder, apron clad, she chiseled away at enormous blocks of marble to liberate the human form. Her delicate figure had the force of a hungry lion and her memory still shudders in cold French air as if she is still chipping away at some forgotten longing for her lover and her own stone born dust.