The Notebooks of
Jeanne Hébuterne
Notebook 1
Saint Michel-en-Grève, July 19, 1914
I like to sit here on this rock and look out over the ocean as I scribble in my notebook. I could spend hours gazing at those inky clouds, drinking in the colors with my eyes and my skin. I love the ocean in all weathers, even like today when the wind is raw and the salt stings in my throat and the mud from the field clings in globs to my shoes and dirties the hem of my cape.
I’ve always been attracted to storms. When I was still very small and we were on holiday in Finistère, I’d slip outside and ramble towards the headland whenever I heard the wind rising. As soon as Maman saw I was missing, she would send André out to find me. He always knew where to look: perched as close to the edge as I could ge
