. Jean-François Millet, peasant and painter;. sobriety of line. Millet and Jacque hired studios — such studios! — in peasantshouses, and set out together to discover the country. I often visitedthem at this time. They were in such a state of excitement that they 11 82 JEAN-FRANCOIS MILLET. could not paint. The majesty of the old woods, the virginity of therocks and underbrush, the broken bowlders and green pastures,intoxicated them with beauty and odors. They could not think ofleaving such enchantment. Millet found his dream lying before touched his own sphere; he felt the blood of his
. Jean-François Millet, peasant and painter;. sobriety of line. Millet and Jacque hired studios — such studios! — in peasantshouses, and set out together to discover the country. I often visitedthem at this time. They were in such a state of excitement that they 11 82 JEAN-FRANCOIS MILLET. could not paint. The majesty of the old woods, the virginity of therocks and underbrush, the broken bowlders and green pastures,intoxicated them with beauty and odors. They could not think ofleaving such enchantment. Millet found his dream lying before touched his own sphere; he felt the blood of his family in hisveins ; he became again a peasant. The following is from his first letter from Barbizon, June 28th,1849: We have determined, Jacque and I, to stay here some time, and wehave each taken a house. The prices are very different from those in Paris,and as one can get there easily if necessary, and the country is superb, wewill work more quietly than in Paris, and, perhaps, do better things. In fact,we want to stay here some I / <-
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