Alex<strong>and</strong>ra was relieved, she had touched the impassioned heart behind those serious, desperate eyes. She smiled atClara. "Yes, this is one of Tuscany’s great pleasures. Do you know the frescoes of Piero de la Francesca in Borgo di SanSepolcro? There I made that discovery for the first time. The medium lets the frescoes appear almost transparent, <strong>and</strong>they are forbiddingly severe as you say, for example his Madonna in the cemetery chapel."Clara’s face opened up, became animated <strong>and</strong> excited. "Do you paint?""No, I don’t. When I first came to Italy I had never before seen an original Italian painting. Venice <strong>and</strong> later Florencecompletely overwhelmed my senses. That was six years ago. Ever since I see their colors before my eyes. They are myrefuge <strong>and</strong> consolation during the cold, depressing winters in St. Petersburg."A shadow passed over Clara’s face. Hidden behind her forbidding features burnt an intense fire. Why did St. Petersburgdisturb her?"You two are completely absorbed into each other," remarked Friedrich.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra fell silent.Sensitive as always, Claudia came to her rescue. "Clara, last night we hedged a plan. The six of us would like to spendthe end of August on the beach in Italy. It will be <strong>Konrad</strong> <strong>and</strong> Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s last month here before they have to return tothe Russian winter. It would be wonderful to just lie on some beach, take Otto along, <strong>and</strong> swim in the blue Adria. Wouldyou join us with Ruth?"Clara passed her h<strong>and</strong> over her forehead as if trying to wipe away her despondency <strong>and</strong> with a measured voice said. "Ihave buried myself in work for eight months. Ruth <strong>and</strong> I too need to get back among people. I cannot forever mourn myloss of Rainer. The sea <strong>and</strong> a wide beach would really be wonderful. I would like to join you. Do you have a particularplace in mind or may I make a suggestion?"She looked from Claudia to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "A few years ago we spent a summer in a small pensione in Ca’ Savio, a villageof four houses an hour by boat north of Venice. The house is run by a real Italian mama, spartan, ridiculously cheap, noservice, everybody takes care of himself, one can use her kitchen or eat in a small, local fishermen’s trattoria in thevillage. The beach is right in front of the house, miles of beautiful, white s<strong>and</strong>, completely empty."Clara gazed absentmindedly at this vision <strong>and</strong> turned to Katharina with a smile. "The houseguests are poets, painters,<strong>and</strong> other artists from all over Europe. Katharina, you would not be bothered by any paparazzi. There is one unwrittenhouse rule, everybody has to bring one or two interesting books along to read to the assembled guests in the evening."Clara’s suggestion was received with enthusiasm. They hedged out the details well into the night.In parting Clara invited Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Come, visit me <strong>and</strong> bring Otto along. I rent a studio in Berg on Lake Starnberg. Youtake the train to Starnberg <strong>and</strong> a small boat from there."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra recognized Clara from far away, unmistakably statuesque, in a long white dress, she was waiting with foldedarms at the l<strong>and</strong>ing.Clara spontaneously embraced Alex<strong>and</strong>ra. "Please, would you address me with the informal Du?"She greeted Otto."I rented the large dining hall <strong>and</strong> two rooms in the house of an absent member of the Bavarian Royal Family. It is veryclose."Alex<strong>and</strong>ra laughed. "I did not realize, but Berg has a certain notoriety among us. Here I nearly killed a chicken the firsttime I drove Friedrich’s car. The view across the lake was so beautiful that I did not watch the road. Was this the placewhere King Ludwig drowned?"They walked along the lake shore. The slightly neglected, two-story house, right by the water, was shaded by old beech<strong>and</strong> chestnut trees. A small park separated it from the village. Tsin<strong>and</strong>ali came to Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s mind <strong>and</strong> her belovedZaguramo."Here we are." Clara opened a French door from the terrace <strong>and</strong> let them in. In the center of the room stood two largeblocks of marble, unfinished sculptures, an arm, a head, the muscular body of a bearded man, still half-buried in theblock. The floor was covered with a thick layer of white marble dust.The spacious room took up the entire lake front of the house. Four French double doors created a soft <strong>and</strong> even light.The view through the trees onto the water, the houses of the town <strong>and</strong> the low, undulating hills on the opposite shore,quiet <strong>and</strong> lovely, a refuge for a distressed soul.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra ran her slender fingers over the rough, snow-white, crystalline surface of the freshly broken stone."Have you seen Michelangelo’s unfinished Slaves in the Accademia in Florence?" asked Clara."No, sculpture is unexplored territory to me. The Michelangelos I saw, his David <strong>and</strong> Night <strong>and</strong> Day in San Lorenzo, leftme cold. I don’t know, is it the smooth perfection of their surfaces? But these are fabulous. The broken stone," shetouched the marble again, "is almost transparent. What are they?""They are a commission, a man <strong>and</strong> a woman, for a new building in Munich. I have Michelangelo’s Slaves in my mind allthe time, they are just like these, intentionally left unfinished, imprisoned in their blocks forever. I underst<strong>and</strong> yourdifficulties with the Italian marbles, they are a challenge to the sculptor but hard to appreciate by the untrained eye."Clara went upstairs to get Ruth. "The children can play on the terrace outside."118
Left to herself, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, awed, walked around the two giants. Along the wall stood three smaller pieces, a bronze bustof a young man with a bushy mustache <strong>and</strong> a funny-shaped nose, <strong>and</strong> two clay models of a very young woman withunusual large eyes in a round face. It said Paula on the plinth. Everything was covered with marble dust.Clara had changed into a short-sleeved shirt hanging loose over a pair of work pants. The muscles of her bare armsshocked Alex<strong>and</strong>ra, they would have suited a prize fighter. Her h<strong>and</strong>s looked even larger than she remembered.Clara noticed Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s look <strong>and</strong> for the first time laughed aloud. "The muscle woman from the circus show!" Sheflexed her biceps. "This comes from swinging the mallet for days chipping away at the marble. I will show you."Clara had brought Ruth’s dolls <strong>and</strong> some toys. "Would you like some coffee? Later we will have a simple lunch. It willtake just a few minutes." Clara carried a simple wooden bench outside <strong>and</strong> a small table. They sat next to each other <strong>and</strong>drank coffee from blue earthenware pots <strong>and</strong> watched the children. Alex<strong>and</strong>ra lost all her apprehension in this serene,rustic setting, the h<strong>and</strong>made coffee mugs, the fluid, completely unselfconscious movements of Clara, the simple benchon which they sat next to each other.She asked. "It must be a privilege to work for Rodin.""Rodin has a flock of young women who do the dirty work in his atelier: making models for bronze castings, cleaning thecasts afterwards, <strong>and</strong> the like. His favorites are allowed to do the rough work on the precious marble blocks which hethen finishes himself."Clara waved her h<strong>and</strong> at her two blocks. "It’s hard work. His girls don’t last long. Sooner or later he tries to take them tobed. I resisted his advances, maybe I was too strong for him." She laughed easily. "I really don’t know why, but I wasreadmitted twice to his workshop <strong>and</strong> spent last winter in Paris. Now I have decided to try to work on my own, thiscommission was a godsend."The children were playing father <strong>and</strong> mother with Ruth’s dolls."Let me show you how it is done. It might help you to appreciate the beauty of this material <strong>and</strong> the sculptor’s work."She left the doors open <strong>and</strong> gave Alex<strong>and</strong>ra a smock to cover her dress, a cap, <strong>and</strong> a scarf to tie over her mouth <strong>and</strong>nose. Clara, in addition put on mittens.Alex<strong>and</strong>ra looked at them <strong>and</strong> laughed. "This reminds me of the delivery room in a hospital. Attending to the creation ofnew life!"Clara took a big wooden mallet <strong>and</strong> a chisel. She began to rhythmically swing the mallet with powerful blows to thechisel. Pieces of marble flew all around her like bullets. Very slowly, after dozens of strokes, the rough contour of theshoulder of the man emerged from the stone.The sheer power of this woman! Alex<strong>and</strong>ra’s arm hurt just from watching. After half an hour Clara put the mallet aside,shook the dust from her shirt <strong>and</strong> pants <strong>and</strong> smiled at her perplexed friend. "Now comes the fine work. Using a smallermallet <strong>and</strong> a finishing tool I will work out the details <strong>and</strong> finally spend hours polishing the surface wherever required."Despite the scarf, Alex<strong>and</strong>ra could taste the marble dust. "I am impressed by your power <strong>and</strong> endurance. It must takeweeks to finish one of these sculptures."Clara nodded. "Three months on a sculpture of this size, if you are lucky <strong>and</strong> the block is uniform <strong>and</strong> does not break.One wrong blow <strong>and</strong> the piece could be ruined. In every marble shop you find spoiled blocks hidden away, <strong>and</strong> a goodblock is expensive. You see why Rodin, who produces a dozen such pieces a year, keeps himself an army of slaves, <strong>and</strong>why they have such a high turnover. In the beginning you get muscle-bound after a few days.""Would you show me the sketches from which you work?" asked Alex<strong>and</strong>ra.Clara brought her sketches <strong>and</strong> the layout plans for the two figures <strong>and</strong> spread them on the table on the terrace. "Themost important time is in the very beginning, sizing up the stone, looking for faults in the material <strong>and</strong> laying out a plan ofhow to attack the raw block. The first blows are very exciting, <strong>and</strong> often we have to alter the original sketches to suit theblock. To the very end it is a fight, a happening full of suspense. I do carry the vision of the final piece in my mind like aprecious icon."The children were having a marriage quarrel. "I don’t like fathers!" cried Ruth. Otto stamped his foot. "But I don’t want toplay mother, I am a boy."Clara sighed deeply. "The loss of her father is very hard on her. Did you see the bronze bust? This is he. He has becomefamous <strong>and</strong> is admired by many women, but he is incapable of supporting a family. We separated amicably <strong>and</strong> are notdivorced, at the moment he lives in Paris. Occasionally, he visits us which always leaves me in a deep depression forweeks. I am afraid I still love him too much. Whacking away at this beautiful but recalcitrant stone is my therapy."119
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