by Louise Neri
Sophie Calle uses disturbing personal details of her life—and sometimes she appropriates “inappropriate” details of other people’s lives, whether they know it or not—as the raw material
of her work. It is sensational, in a way. But her work is not the aesthete’s version of reality television. The iconic French artist knows very well where her life ends and where her art begins.
Sophie Calle may be a piece of work, but her work is art.