Saturday, 17 November 1877

What Monsieur Robert-Fleury was displeased with was the lack of likeness — yet as I capture likenesses well and one does not lose the qualities one has, I am not troubled by it. Still, it is true — it is not a very good likeness!... This time. I shall do better.
The competition was judged. Eighteen competitors — I am thirteenth. There are therefore five after me. It is not too bad. The Polish girl was first. That is not fair. I received compliments for my académies.
I purchased écorchés, anatomy books, skeletons — and all night I dreamed that corpses were being brought to me for dissection.
What do you expect — I have gone quite dull at writing; my hands know only how to draw and pluck the harp.
Yet it is... absurd that Breslau draws better than I.
My sketch was the most advanced.
— All that in one hour! exclaimed Monsieur Robert-Fleury. Why, she must be possessed!
And furthermore I must tell you that Julian and the others said in the gentlemen’s atelier that I had neither the hand, nor the manner, nor the aptitudes of a woman — and that they would very much like to know whether I have someone in my family to thank for such talent and strength — brutality, even — in my drawing, and such courage at work. All the same, how absurd that I still cannot do compositions!
I do not know how to place my figures solidly; I tried to draw a scene from the atelier. Well — it does not hold together, it looks like nothing. It is true that I do it purely off the cuff, from fancy, and I have never paid attention to how my little figures walk... No... it is dreadful! A genius such as I ought to do it without looking and without knowing...

Notes

In French in the original: de chic. Studio slang for working from imagination, without a model. ↩