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***June 2006***
Jean-François Millet
October 4, 1814 - January 20, 1875
 

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.

 

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 life was to be characteristic of the rest of his artistic career.

 

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.

 

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.

 
 

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.

 

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:

 
" It’s a shame! I could have worked more ! "