To be totally honest, what I prefer at the Rodin Museum is Camille Claudel.
Although I admire the great sculptor’s art, I have always been more moved by Camille Claudel’s work, that is full of delicacy and fragility.
When desire blinds in Rodin, feelings radiate in Claudel. When the glorious sensual victory flares in Rodin, the morose romantic abandonment emanates from Claudel. Power bursts from Rodin, when a halo of fragility touches Claudel. It’s similar to the story of their lives after all.