12/06/2026
Louise Bourgeois turning over a question that ran through her whole life's work: whether any artist truly grows out of being a child. For Bourgeois the answer was practically built into her practice — she mined her own childhood relentlessly, the family home, her father's betrayal, her mother rendered as the great protective spider of Maman. The past wasn't behind her; it was the raw material she kept returning to into her nineties.
The thought lands as more than personal confession. It suggests that making art depends on keeping a channel open to the child's way of seeing. Growing up, in her telling, is partly learning to armour over that; the artist is the one who never quite manages to, and turns it into work instead.