Jeanne Revay just turned 33, the age of prophecies and epiphanies. A visit to her Paris studio can offer such an epiphany. That of a formidably gifted hand, that of a young woman with a surgeon’s obsession for the hand and the lines it can conjure up out of ashes.

Of those 33 years, Jeanne has lived 25 of them just across the street from the Rodin Museum in Paris. She has grown up visiting her neighbor’s accumulation of works in plaster, in marble, and in bronze. Such daily proximity is enough to trigger a destiny. To become an artist. And Jeanne is certainly not the first one to be enraptured with Rodin. She does admit a secret kinship with Camille Claudel and her daring lyricism, perhaps even less constrained than that of Rodin.

From Tetouan to Duchamp : an artist across the ocean