Original subtitles

Silence.

Does the tiara sit well?

More light, Gérard. - It is already bright.

Don't exercise too much.

More on the face. - Can't.

Stop brushing, she's not a pony.

Raise your head.

Look at me.

What is her name? - Don't remember.

Speaking English? - I am French.

They said you were American.

I am also American. - Okay then.

Keep moving.

Head up.

Your view.

It's all right that way.

Everyone be quiet. She's ready.

Perfect.

Very stylish.

Your eyes slightly up.

Good.

You look sad. Can we do something to...?

What is this? - Everyone okay?

Gérard.

I told you. - Like it's my fault. Jerk.

Couldn't a spotlight be added? - If I had the time...

You piss me off. - You me too.

I am SO sick of this. - I didn't have time. No screaming.

You never have time. Shut up.

He left. - Really?

He probably won't come back. - Quitting then?

What else? - You have her contract.

So this was it? Are we done?

We'll call you later.

Thanks.

Two counts.

One shoe, two shoes...

God damn it, Laura.

Wait. No, wait.

I know, honey.

Think about it.

Finally.

Damn, the bedspread?

Repulsive. - I'm sorry.

Will you come? Then we won't run into each other.

Is the babysitter on the way? - Yes.

I'm going to buy you a washing machine. - Go ahead, that's my dream.

Go ahead.

WHAT NIKI HAD FORGOTTEN

La Machine Infernale,Cocteau. Action.

Starting at "toe, close your eyes.

Please, close your eyes.

Don't smuggle.

Counting to 50.

One, two,

Niki, you are continuously late. Showing Discipline.

five, six,

seven, eight...

U. - Me, me, the sphinx.

Now I begin to understand your modus operandi.

Good. Stay there.

And now... I'm going to put on a show performing for you.

Give yourself over.

If you resist, you make my task only more difficult

And can I hurt you. - I will resist.

You don't have to close your eyes or look away.

For I operate nor with singing, nor with watching.

More adept than a blind man,

more bloodthirsty than the birds,

more attentive than a snake that has its prey moistened with saliva

and above all invisible.

Invisible and majestic, Like the flow of blood in statues.

A thread that binds you

And would make you beg for mercy.

I blacked out.

Why did you leave Boston?

I... I don't know where to start, so many reasons are there.

Jackie, may I introduce you To Pierre and John?

Pleasant. Great tent. - And the musicians are American.

All Americans are in Paris. - Only the best.

This is true.

Jackie asked Why we left the US.

Where should we start? McCarthy,

nuclear attack,

racism,

Your mother. - My mother?

Maybe my mother, yes.

But my mother Is better than yours, though.

What about her last trick?

That's what we want to hear. - Narrate.

May I?

I was pregnant with Laura. We only just knew.

Then she asked me at her house at tea to get abortions.

Anyway...

My grandmother gave me money to escape. Now we are in Paris.

That's right. - We are doing well.

Are you okay?

Honey, you're shaking all over.

Can you squeeze me?

What is wrong with me?

It's all right.

Ms. de Saint-Phalle.

Staying here.

Staying here.

André?

She has 18th-century sculptures painted red.

What is that supposed to mean?

It is very serious.

She needs to see a psychiatrist first. - Quiet, you.

Narrate.

Also good. To the kitchen, and right now.

Lord, bless us, this meal

And those who prepared it. Feed the needy.

Amen.

André, she has the genitals of those statues painted.

I don't see the point.

Keep your cool.

She never used to be like this.

That tic of hers...

Mama... - Quiet, you.

She has a kink in her head.

Don't be an idiot.

She is not crazy.

What are you hiding?

Show.

What is that?

I don't normally do emergencies. Hopefully it's important.

How do you feel?

Thank you.

Can you leave me alone for a moment with your spouse?

What did he say?

What did he say?

He thinks that you will find yourself might do something to.

Or Laura, or someone else. I don't know.

He wants you to stay here.

I am not crazy. - I know.

I am.

Yes, I recognize you in it.

What beautiful colors.

Ms. Matthews?

We have looked for you everywhere. Come with me.

Can I also have such colors? - They are his necessities.

Can I have something brought to me then? - Everything according to protocol.

Why? - First comes treatment.

Everything okay? - Just a moment...

Go on.

Can I have some glue? - At the moment, unfortunately, no.

Granted, it doesn't amount to much. I can't kill myself with it.

There are strict rules, so no. Sorry. - Then who makes the rules?

Ms. Matthews, please show a little patience.

But I... I have to...

I have to do something, okay? - Stop with your theater.

I'm going crazy here.

I'm going crazy.

I'm cold, I'm hungry And I vibrate continuously.

And the place is crawling with rats.

Stop yelling, Otherwise, I will have to sedate you.

We will do our best to help you.

You will not go crazy here.

There are no rats. - I want to see Dr. Cossa.

He is not here, as you know.

Otherwise, would you like to see Dr. Masson? - No.

Just trust the doctors.

You must rest now.

Come here.

Thank you, dear. Thank you so much.

How are you, dear? You look tired.

When was the last time you went? - Five days ago.

Then we took a long walk.

It was sunny outside.

We laughed.

How long do they want to keep me here?

That is not an issue.

What do you mean by that?

Harry. How long, did they say?

Have you been doing this for a long time? - I don't know.

They don't want to give me glue.

So I do have to hide it.

You came in here With suicidal tendencies.

The rule is: No activities outside of treatment.

I don't understand that.

Louise, can you check Ms. Matthews' file just bring it?

Please, doctor. - Thank you.

The treatment is so intensive that a patient usually cannot do anything else.

You are apparently an exception.

Is that for me?

Thank you.

May I ask my husband bring some colors?

Yes, we are going to do that.

How do you feel?

Good.

Well, I feel...

I feel better.

Any gloomy thoughts? Do you still feel threatened?

Do you have an appetite? - Yes, it's okay.

Your behavior is improving.

Then we can move on On psychotherapeutic methods.

And if your condition improves in the coming weeks,

we can make the treatment continue at home if necessary.

Really? - Well, we'll see.

Really? - Let's take our time.

Let's remain cautious. - Yes.

Thank you, doctor.

Does it still hurt? - No. Because I'm a wizard.

That's great.

Let's make leaves, this way.

So.

Laura, are you coming to the beach with us? Are you coming?

Thank you, Marion. I'll pay you later.

Have fun.

Niki, it was Bresson again.

It did star. - I don't care.

I don't want to be an actress anymore. - You don't care...

I won't be told any more what to do.

'Do this. Do that. Stand there.'

Not by Bresson, or anyone else. I do my own thing.

Like this. This is what I want to do. I discovered among the madmen.

I love you.

What is this? - From my father.

What does he want? - No idea.

Do you need something? - Yes, I would like some water, please.

No. No, doctor.

How could he have written such a thing? It is madness.

You burned it.

Listen, I am your doctor.

You sat here for six weeks. It's disturbed.

A man with such an upbringing, raised with...

He tried... - Raised with the Catholic faith,

Can't sin that way. - He tried...

He tried to get from me his mistress.

What did he do?

You don't remember.

That's what he wrote...

Those letters keep you sitting here. Believe me.

But you don't know him.

My mother kept saying That he was a womanizer.

She cried continuously And counted his mistresses.

He seduced whatever he could.

I assure you that cannot be true.

Anyway,

you shouldn't believe it.

Then you don't ask for forgiveness either.

Did you read that letter? Have you read it often?

Three times.

Will you always remember him? - Yes. I promise.

NIKI MAKES A STATEMENT

So then.

He jumps around. - He dances.

Did you see those three go to the circle at the top?

Who will win? - Normally the ants.

But the wasp has her hooks.

Need help? - No.

Those new paintings are very nice.

Yes, but the problem is...

My technique falls short of express everything I want to say.

I need to take lessons. - Well, there's no need.

Yet it does. - You read all the books.

You visit all the museums and churches. The best learning experience.

You don't know that.

In Boston, they said That I painted as a ten-year-old.

Maybe that's it. She is the one who needs to start talking.

Who? - That ten-year-old girl.

We want you, Niki.

You.

No other painter.

And for that you can only go one way.

To this.

Maybe so.

He's driving too fast. - Slower, please. Slower.

Fine, then I'll drive slower.

I have a cramp in my back.

Here? - You'll be all right. Breathe, miss.

Very good. We are on our way.

Sir? How many months?

Seven and a half.

Is the baby in danger? - No, my baby is fine.

No matter how small he is, he makes it fine. - We have plenty of time.

A birth takes a long time, doesn't it.

You are breathing very well. Bravo. - I read a book about it.

Because at my first delivery they drugged me.

Then I wouldn't yell, Or feel something.

That's not funny. My girl was taken out with pliers.

That won't happen again. Not again.

I promise you not.

What is he doing now?

Is he peeing?

Look, how beautiful. I have been looking for this for months.

Take good care of it, please.

Then we go again.

Okay, here we go.

She says he's just as handsome as you are. - Thank you.

What is his name? - Philip.

It is an honor to show you my work.

Hugues Martin mentioned your passion for art brut. Thank you for being here.

Very kind of you. - You're welcome.

This is an amazingly beautiful place for artists.

With one toilet for thirty people the atmosphere can certainly be unique.

I'm sure. - I'm here for a few weeks.

And why do you stop painting here?

Well ... I don't know. Something like that comes to mind.

It's an image, an emotion....

The details don't interest me.

And these additions?

Yes... I need those.

Why?

Well, I started with that.

Because. it's faster work with materials than with paint.

Because 't must get out quickly, do you understand?

There is certainly something in it, but forget your influences.

You don't need those. - That and that...

I'm seeing that for the first time.

You are on the right track, but take it easy.

I wait outside.

This may not be the time for collages.

But when he says go ahead, then do so.

To others, he says, stop.

I'm going after him.

Tinguely.

Hello. Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

What do you want?

How loud you were. - Well, I just got rejected, so....

Really, by whom? - Drouin.

Do you know him?

Jean, right? - Jean.

Would you like to see my work?

What did the gallery owner say? - Don't even remember.

To this one he didn't even look.

I didn't explain it well either, I think.

If we knew how to explain, we were merchants.

Art is a beast for sale for pigs.

We make poetry, which is something else.

Poetry is a disease. You can't do anything else.

True. It really is a disease for me.

As far as I'm concerned, it's right too.

It literally made me removed from a psychiatric clinic.

So then it's your health.

What is this?

Those are my castles.

Inspired by Park Güell. Do you know it?

Gaudí in Barcelona. Really very special.

Someday I want to make something impressive.

Something disturbed and beautiful. - You can do anything.

I make useless machines.

Will you come with me to the workshop?

Can you be my wife's friend meeting. He is very nice.

He just spent 26 months in Algeria been and traumatized.

Are you coming? - Yes.

Are you also selling something? - Why, do you want to buy something?

What, a machine? - Yes. I'm hungry.

Perhaps.

Sometimes I do sell. But be prepared for misery.

Miró also took only one meal a day. - What are you guys talking about?

About money. - Are you serious?

I don't have any money. Not anymore. - Let him.

What a beautiful face you have.

This is Niki. - Can I draw you?

How skinny you are. We have to feed you. Wait.

I do eat.

Okay... what else do we have?

Chocolate. - Hello.

It looks like Switzerland here.

Does your machine "work?

Yes, but it drives Brâncuşi crazy.

Otherwise, meet him. - I dare not.

He likes to talk about his work With beautiful girls like you.

You must love his champagne.

Let's see. - He probably works.

Beautiful, isn't it?

A few more feathers could be added.

Just kidding, right? - No, that would be nice.

She's right. - Yes. One, two...

This "meta-mechanical" sculpture

will this young man make famous very quickly

at the avant-garde art festival with Klein and his monochromy.

Everyone will be talking about him. - I am politically engaged.

I am a kind of time bomb. Heavy fireworks.

My ass.

Beautiful. - Really.

And so did Tinguely.

Really? - Very impressive.

He really cheered me up. - So what does he want from you?

Nothing. Rest assured, he is not my type.

I don't know how they do it, but they lack that possessiveness.

She was there with her lover And her husband. Truly bizarre.

I don't know what I would do If you cheated on me.

I tricked you, Harry.

What?

With the lord, Because you did it with his wife.

For revenge. - What?

When then? - Shortly before I went to the hospital.

I can't believe it. - No, man?

Can't you believe it? Was she the only one?

If you want to know. - I don't want to.

Now wait a minute, Niki.

What are we working on?

What is this?

No idea, but it's too late. I want to know.

I need to sit down.

When Laura was born, I had a relationship with a woman.

And she was 40.

We saw each other after class. It took a while.

I couldn't stop.

In Boston?

I did it with my drama teacher. - That jerk?

No, the other one.

Fuck, Niki...

Fuck. - Easy now.

Damn, you're telling me that now? - Oh, god.

How could you? - How could I do that?

And you? How could you do that? I know there are more.

It was purely sexual.

And, was it nicer?

No.

I'll never meet anyone like you again.

I don't know how you can live With my demons.

Will you love me a little longer?

Yes.

You mine, too?

Yes.

The theater?

Yes, I know...

Come on, he's not that bad.

PARIS, 1958

Cease.

Everything okay?

What is it?

Enter. Your eyes bulge out of their sockets.

What's going on?

Try...

Say it then.

Come. Come here.

Come to me. Look at me now.

Come closer.

Look at me now.

Please. Please.

How do you do that? - I am a witch.

Go on. With your left hand, grab a card.

Go on.

There is a delay. It's stagnant. You can't do what you want.

You have to make sure that the blood flows to your head. Get it?

You have to look at things differently.

Otherwise. Do you understand that?

That's the executioner.

Come to me. Come.

So, kittens.

And, did he convince her? - No, she convinced him.

His coffin is still there. - You don't know Niki yet. Arman, Niki.

Hello, Nikita. - Hello.

Say, Niki,

What do you do for a living? - I paint.

Painting... Does that still exist?

It's been a while. - You do so much more.

Ms. Nikita ...

Police raid. Art police, Ms. Nikita.

Do you want to hand over everything that is forbidden?

So brushes, gouache, easels, cloths ... everything.

This is not a joke. Would you like to participate and hand over the prohibited items?

The tripod, the canvas...

Rest assured, she will work her way out. To then get more content.

Leave her alone, you dumbasses.

Ah, drinks.

Here goes. Finally.

That's the way it should be.

There is so much on it now, That it won't fall off again.

Thank you, Jean. - Pleasure. At your service.

Are you guys ready? Only open your eyes if I say so, okay?

Walking slowly...

No. Not yet.

One, two,

three.

Do you like it? - Really.

How beautiful. - That's my plane.

No, my plane. - No, mine.

It's my toy, Philip. You were allowed to borrow it,

And now I need it. - It's my plane.

No. You know it's my toy. - Now it's mine.

Please, it's his favorite toy. - It's my stuff.

Then I'll take it off.

I take it off. I don't care.

I can't get it off.

Really ridiculous.

And that for such a rotten little plane. - Don't shout.

He looks much nicer in that tree over there.

I did it all To please you.

Sorry.

Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

I'm so damn cold.

What are we doing here?

Doctors don't know anything at all.

They don't know anything. Worthless, they are.

Worthless, worthless, worthless.

Cease. Cease!

Cease. Cease!

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ms. Matthews?

Are those snakes?

It is a gland in your neck.

Such hyperthyroidism causes trembling, insomnia

And violent emotions. You are exhausted.

In fact, your body is working overtime. This will not last long.

What does that mean?

give us this day our daily bread And forgive us our debts

as do we forgive our debtors

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one

What's that, mom?

A scar. I was sick then, but not anymore.

I am healed.

No, you don't have it at all.

Well, for us Is it the razor blades

causing scarring. - Yes.

And I'm sick. - I know, dear.

Praying helps, Mom. - Yes. Just like medicine, baby.

Shall we go to bed? Let's do that.

We have to go to sleep. - No.

We slay the dragon and then go to sleep.

The dragon.

Okay. - No, a big snail.

A big snail. Okay.

He is dead. And now to bed.

Good night.

I'm afraid of monsters, Mommy.

Me too.

Did they go to sleep? - Yes.

How do you do that anyway? - What?

With children.

I can't stand them.

Why are you leaving?

For the fresh air, the silence....

To fully be able to concentrate on my work,

we bought a little house. Well, Harry did.

Now we have room to work.

I can garden and picking mushrooms.

I would hang myself. That's really not for me.

And... do you have an exhibition planned?

We are preparing those. My gallery owner is in New York. The 10th he will be back.

I produce so much, That he has lost his way.

Let's open another bottle.

Tell us about your book.

It was inspired by Roussel's work. Do you guys know him?

Roussel? Definitely. A genius. You have to meet my friend Perec one day.

You were made for each other. A perfect match.

Why do you bury yourself that way?

In the countryside, like a bunch of old people?

Because we like it there. You can write well there.

But you have to belong to the Paris scene to succeed. That's just the way it works.

Maybe I should do the same. - No, for you it's different.

You're a writer's wife who paints. - Excuse me?

Being an artist is something else.

Then you must have a gallery owner And living off your art. Being one with it.

As an artist make a difference in the world.

For you, it's a housewife's hobby.

Okay, Joan. Okay.

It's cute, but different. - Sorry, she has a little too much on.

Then she goes on and on. She gets mean And all the resentment comes out.

You don't have to to apologize for me.

I do say what I want anyway. If you had balls, so would you.

If I had balls?

Look, Joan, I just think you're a jealous bitch.

What did you say there?

Are you serious? Come on, please. Come on.

Do you want to play that game?

Go on. It's for fun, right?

Then do it again. - Cease.

He hit me.

You are a jerk - Me?

A jerk, yes. - Fuck you, you.

Where are you going?

That's enough.

Honey, are you okay?

There are always people Who want to bring you down.

She's right.

let no means, before ye begin

lead and old iron, those two go together

How beautiful.

We add some flour. What else do we need?

Good job. Good job.

What are you doing there, dude? Come here.

Mom?

Dad?

Yes, I'm coming.

Come.

Mom?

Where is mom?

Can you make me breakfast?

Yes, I'm coming.

Mama, where are you?

Maybe she went for a walk. She will come back.

Dad, look.

Yes?

I should start a fire here. Why did you burn my letter?

Why didn't you believe it?

Too disgusting, right? Was it too disgusting to watch?

It is the only confession he ever made. The only evidence that 't happened.

That I'm not crazy. And now it's fucking gone.

It's fucking gone.

What are you going to do?

Let go of me. What are you going to do? Stun me?

Release her.

You did not have the right. It was mine. It was mine.

Get her out of here. - No, no. Don't touch me.

I'll leave myself.

All my life

I will remember you,

the little doctor,

protected my father

And dropped me.

I want you to apologize to me.

NIKI GOES INTO BATTLE

PARIS, 1960

I brought you some food.

And colors.

I stole that one.

You are sweet.

Nice, what you do with the apartment have done.

What is that?

That's from the flea market.

Soon you will kill someone. - No, it's not loaded.

I take it in. - No, not that.

How many do you have?

You can't be serious.

Take that, then. - I don't need a gun.

With this, you are safe.

Have you heard anything from the children?

I can't reach Harry.

Why did I leave them?

Take Jean then.

He calls your name in his sleep. - What?

It drips from his underpants. - What?

Don't you miss your daughter?

Myriam is better off in Switzerland. Here there is no water or heating.

We can live with that,

but she... I can't put her in this cubicle.

Children are my thing.

Tell your lover that you are with me. He can't come, I'm here.

Wait. Now I can have you.

Hello? - Hello, how are you?

I'm downstairs.

Well, you can't come up right now,

Because Eva is here. But she doesn't stay long.

Then I don't know. - What?

Give me fifteen minutes. Just fifteen minutes.

Okay? Fifteen minutes. - I'm busy. Another time.

What, no. Then when? - Don't know.

Next week? - No, next week is too far away.

Next week is fine.

I'll call you back.

The guy is using you. - Happy now?

It's up to him. - Now he's gone.

Beautiful. Look at you now. He sucks you dry.

Had warned me for a moment. - I thought you liked color.

Do you think this is funny?

I didn't know.

We don't have to stop right away.

It disgusts me.

I have to go anyway. - You can't do this to me.

Why not? - Because I waited for days.

Now let me go, okay?

You disgust me, do you hear me? I have no use for you at all.

I never have to see you again. - Okay, same song again?

Call me when you have calmed down? - No, it's out.

Fuck you, pathetic piece of filth that you are.

Asshole.

Okay, I promise you that you will never see more. Then you realize how empty it is.

You think you're an artist, don't you?

You dream.

Do you think that because of your problems important?

Your paintings are worthless.

And your life...

Harry, you recorded. - Kolere.

The children are asleep. It's two in the morning.

You know... I'm sorry.

What's going on?

What do you want, Niki? - I...

I can't live without you.

You'll be fine.

You are strong.

No, I don't do anything at all.

You are at work.

You'll be fine, okay?

I need you, Harry.

I feel a little lost too.

I am trying to live without you now. I hope I can do that.

I also miss the children.

And I really miss you a lot.

I don't know why I left.

I don't know... - I just can't.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I have to hang up. - No, please. Please wait.

Have you met him?

I have to get rid of him.

I know him well. Hard to resist.

He likes to seduce the wives of his friends.

But I am not the woman From one of his friends.

True. If only.

How did you come up with those machines?

When I was twelve, I made windmills.

I made those from cans and anything and everything.

Each mill had its own sound. I gave concerts in the woods.

It sounded like a huge cathedral.

I...

I wanted to be Joan of Arc.

I wanted... Or George Sand, Or a female Napoleon.

I wanted a complicated and exciting life. And I...

I wanted to be great.

It will also be a great life.

How do you know? - I just know that.

You see that in your work: Not being afraid, giving everything.

Making your art count, Or all is lost.

Art is the new global weapon.

We are the new terrorists.

I'm not hungry. - Neither did I.

In the year of the Lord 1960,

is it at 6 p.m. today evening Time for Arman's exhibit "Full.

We create a society with new, quickly discarded objects.

Our world of new plastic. Our rocket launchers,

our unplucked dreamers, Walking on our heads.

What should we do with all these products?

With those bottles, cans bags and pouches.

What should we ... When we are "full"?

To Arman.

Arman, what is the origin Of your artistic approach?

It's "a cycle. Production, consumption, destruction.

What's up? - Check out the invitation.

My friends, it is a success. But there is nothing left to eat.

Yes, I'm hungry. - Pierre.

This is Niki. - Pleasant.

I was thinking: We need to start a movement.

We leave abstraction behind. That's done.

It is clear: César compresses, Christo packs, Jean ships.

There is clearly poetry in worldly movements.

You are the reactors. - Very interesting.

Like everything you come up with. - It is obvious.

We need to be more visible and sell in supermarkets.

Good idea: The department store as the new museum.

Are you waiting for my American friends? Let me introduce you.

Why are we waiting? - It is full.

And the toilets? - In that shed over there.

Ah, Arman.

How's it going? - Good. Very good.

Did you come?

Don't turn around. They are not allowed to see us.

Why did you come here?

Why are you doing this? Don't do this to me.

You are so beautiful. You drive me crazy.

Where are you sitting? - Second row on the right.

If you need advice, Then ask me.

Yeah. Let me give you some advice.

First, wash your hair. - That should do the trick. Ah well...

I'm trying to get them to this...

Madam, sir, come over here.

To this portrait of my lover I like to throw darts.

And now it's your turn.

You may think of anyone. Even to your husband.

No, thank you. - No. Okay then.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, gentlemen. Come over here.

Grab an arrow

and throw. Very liberating, just watch.

Perfect. - Do I get a beer with it?

No, unfortunately, this is art and not a cafe.

But that makes it finer. Then you get rid of your anger.

Where else can that be? Go ahead.

Have another one and remember....

I don't know... The boy you liked, but never looked at you,

That teacher with his comments,

your brother, that idiot... - I am his brother.

Oh, sorry.

Who is he targeting? - Our father, I think.

What the hell are you doing?

I have found my calling. - So far it's a bloodbath.

Yes, exactly. A massacre.

I shoot at the painting,

it cries, it bleeds, it dies,

And at the same time it comes about.

Okay...

I don't understand. Then how do you do it?

With bags of paint.

I fill those, To then pin them on the canvas.

The canvas I plaster immaculately white,

After which I shoot at it with a rifle. Boom.

Then it explodes. The color spills out, The canvas bleeds and I shoot back.

Like I'm shooting myself. And...

And then I am reborn.

Do it right now.

Yes.

Well, Niki Matthews...

De Saint Phalle. - What is that?

Aristocrat, banker, descendant of a knight.

Crusades, massacres ...

My ancestor is Gilles de Rais.

Do you know Bluebeard? He raped and killed hundreds of children.

Really? - Sure did.

And then they let a long-haired girl shooting canvases with a rifle?

That will be their death.

NIKI BECAME ONE OF THE GREATEST ARTISTS OF HER TIME

IN ITALY SHE LAID THE PARK "THE TAROT GARDEN" TO

SHE DIRECTED TWO FILMS AND WROTE THREE AUTOBIOGRAPHIES:

SPORTS, HARRY AND ME AND My SECRET.

WHEN SHE REVEALED HER INCEST IN A BOOK FOR HER DAUGHTER

WAS SHE 64.