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Jean-François Millet
October 4, 1814 - January 20, 1875
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Jean-François Millet was born the
son of a small peasant farmer of Gréville in Normandy.
From a young age Millet showed a precocious interest in drawing,
and when not working with his father on the farm, spent most
of his time drawing and painting. After working towards a
self taught career as a painter Millet decided in 1838, at
the age of twenty-four, that it was time to move to Paris
where he soon became a pupil of artist Paul Delaroche. Millet
continued to work on his art despite his continual struggle
with extreme poverty.
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His hard work paid off however when he was accepted into the
Salon for the first time in 1840. At this time, the main influences
on him were Poussin and the type of work he produced consisted predominantly
of mythological subjects or portraiture, at which he was especially
adept. Millet was married in 1842 and began taking trips back to
Normandy. Also around this time his paintings began to reflect memories
of the rural life he had known as a child and his capturing of peasant
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In 1848 he exhibited once again in the Salon,
and his work was praised by the critics and bought by Alexandre
Ledru-Rollin, the Minister of the Interior.This was the beginning
of a more stable financial life for Millet which coudn't have
come at a better time. In 1849, when a cholera epidemic broke
out in Paris, Millet moved to Barbizon and took a house near
that of painter Théodore Rousseau. Devoted to this
area as a subject for his work, he was one of those who most
clearly helped to create the Barbizon School. His paintings
on rural themes attracted growing acclaim and between 1858
and 1859 he painted the famous Angélus (which hangs
at the Musée d'Orsay), which 40 years later was to
be sold for the sensational price of 553,000 francs. |
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Although he was officially distrusted because of his real or
imaginary Socialist leanings, his own attitude towards his chosen
theme of peasant life was curiously ambivalent. Being of peasant
stock, he tended to look upon farmworkers as narrow-minded and oblivious
of beauty, and did not accept the notion that `honest toil' was
the secret of happiness. In fact, his success partly stemmed from
the fact that, though compared with most of his predecessors and,
indeed, his contemporaries, he was a Realist, he presented this
reality in an acceptable form, with a religious or idyllic gloss.
Nevertheless, he became a symbol to younger artists, to whom he
gave help and encouragement. It was he who, on a visit to Le Havre
to paint portraits, encouraged Boudin to become an artist, and his
work certainly influenced the young Monet, and even more decidedly
so Pissaro, who shared similar political inclinations. |
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Millet continued to paint and enjoy success and although towards
the end of his life, when he started using a lighter palette and
freer brushstrokes, his work showed some affinities with Impressionism
his technique was never really close to theirs. He never painted
out-of-doors, and he had only a limited awareness of tonal values,
but his draughtsmanship had such a monumental quality that it appealed
to artists such as Seurat and van Gogh who was so enthralled by
Millet's subject-matter and it's social implications that over a
period of three months, from late 1889 to early 1890, while in the
asylum at Saint-Rémy, Van Gogh did 21 copies of Millet's
works. |
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Millet suffered throughout his life from severe
headaches and by 1874 the terrible headaches he had been suffering
from for so long started up again. Coughing fits shook him
for hours and took all strength and energy from him.
On January 20, 1875, in his small room in the first floor
of his studio in Barbizon, Jean-Francois Millet, bedridden
since mid December, began to be delirious. The life that had
started sixty-one years before had come to an end. He opened
his eyes for the last time, cast his eyes over to his wife
Catherine Lemaire and her brother who were standing at his
bedside, and pronounced these last words:
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" It’s a shame! I could have
worked more ! "
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