Niki de Saint Phalle - Literature

Literature

  • Niki de Saint Phalle, Pontus Hultén, ISBN 3-7757-0582-1. Published in connection with an exhibition in Bonn
  • Traces: An Autobiography Remembering 1930–1949, Niki de Saint Phalle, ISBN 2-940033-43-9
  • Harry & Me. The Family Years, Niki de Saint Phalle, ISBN 3-7165-1442-X
  • Niki de Saint Phalle: Catalogue Raisonné: 1949–2000, Janica Parente a.o., ISBN 2-940033-48-X
  • Niki De Saint Phalle: Monographie/Monograph, Michel de Grece a.o., ISBN 2-940033-63-3
  • Niki's World: Niki De Saint Phalle, Ulrich Krempel, ISBN 3-7913-3068-3
  • Niki de Saint Phalle. My art, my dreams, Carla Schultz-Hoffmann (Editor), ISBN 3-7913-2876-X
  • AIDS: You can’t catch it holding hands, Niki de Saint Phalle, ISBN 0-932499-52-X
  • Niki de Saint Phalle: Insider-Outsider. World Inspired Art, Niki de Saint Phalle, Martha Longenecker (Editor), ISBN 0-914155-10-5
  • Niki De Saint Phalle: The Tarot Garden, Anna Mazzanti, ISBN 88-8158-167-1
  • Niki de Saint Phalle: La Grotte, ISBN 3-7757-1276-3
  • Jo Applin, "Alberto Burri and Niki de Saint Phalle: Relief Sculpture and Violence in the Sixties', Source: Notes in the History of Art, Winter 2008

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