In Croissy, in the Yvelines département (in the Parisian region), Clothilde put her heart into setting herself up with oil paints, easels, and brushes in a disordered (naturally!) studio, which contains her plants and paintings, ‘her nature and art’. All around her, life in its many forms seems to intrude upon her activities and pervade everything, particularly her work. She—she says that she ‘peoples the solitude’ in her works—readily accepts this intrusion. Within the walls of her den, the artist’s solitude is inhabited by small tomato plants, groups of plants, all the jars of colour that make up her palette, and canvases, which are everywhere. Completed, incomplete, or blank, they form a sort of compact ‘crowd’ that inhabits the studio.