“Thank you for that testimony, esteemed Abbot. So…. The girl you see here, even when very young, craved strong sensations and suffered from a rebellious imagination. Rather than follow the sensible wishes of her family to prepare herself to become a wife and mother, she badgered them to let her enroll in an academy of arts, to become an artist, a painter, as you heard her prideful boast. But has her work ever been sold by a gallery, displayed at an exhibition, represented by a dealer; reviewed in a newspaper? In the art world the name of Jeanne Hébuterne is totally unknown. And so it is likely to remain.”
I was fuming now. What right had he to judge my artwork? I gripped the edge of the bench with my one free hand, while Rabinowitz clutched my elbow firmly to keep me down.
“In any case,
