At the dinner table when I was very little, I would hear people bickering the father saying something, the mother choosing to defend herself. To escape the bickering, I started modelling the soft bread with my fingers. With the dough of the French bread sometimes it was still warm I would make little figures. And I would line them up on the table and this was really my first sculpture.

Louise Bourgeois
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