Early Life and Source of Nickname
Leonor was given the name Norah by her older brother, Jorge Luis Borges. Of his sister, Jorge wrote:
In all of our games she was always el caudillo, I the slow, timid, submissive one. She climbed to the top of the roof, traipsed through the tress, and I followed along with more fear than enthusiasm.
—Jorge Luis Borges, Norah
As a child, she moved with her family to Switzerland to treat the progressive blindness of her father, lawyer Jorge Guillermo Borges. She studied with the classical sculptor Maurice Sarkisoff at the École des Beaux-Arts of Geneva. In Lugano she studied with Arnaldo Bossi and was close to German expressionists such as Ernst Ludwig Kirchner. With Bossi, Norah learned the art of woodcutting and the aesthetics of expressionism.
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