Louise Bourgeois is filed everywhere as a New York sculptor, and the filing misses where the work comes from. She was born in Paris on 25 December 1911, and raised in her parents' tapestry restoration workshop at Choisy-le-Roi, where as a child she earned her keep drawing in the missing sections of damaged tapestries. The giant bronze spiders she made in her late eighties — each titled Maman, mother — are her stated homage to the woman who ran that workshop: a weaver, a mender, patient and useful.
The other Paris inheritance was a wound. Her father installed his mistress — Sadie, the children's English governess — in the household for a decade, in the family's full view, and Bourgeois spent seven decades of art on the betrayal. She studied mathematics at the Sorbonne, switched to art when her mother died in 1932, trained across five Paris academies — Fernand Léger told her she was a sculptor, not a painter — and ran a print shop on the rue de Seine until an American professor walked in, married her, and took her to New York in 1938.