ㅡ Demian, Herman Hesse(1877~1962), Germany
Translated by ISOURBLOG
The Angelus(1857~1859) Painting by Jean-François Millet |
- France Is The Hub of Painting- The Difficulty of learning Foreign languages
- His Second Wife Catherine
My Personal Experiences:- A Sufferer Caused by Pulmonary Tuberculosis- A Sufferer By Religion Christianity
-The Gleaners
-The Sower-The Angelus-Bathing Women Seize
Introduction
Jean-François Millet was not a fictional character, but was a real-life character like you and me, although he already died in 1875. How far away it is from now..! In one sense, whether it is a fictional character or a real-life character, both are the same as a nonexistent phantom... Even so, his renowned name and works have only remained in history...
Jean-François Millet Self-portrait-1 |
1. Who Is Jean-François Millet?
First, I might as well introduce him succinctly. For it is not my focus to expound his life and his works like art scholars, who studied it professionally. Just what I want to describe is my personal views as to his life, his art style, and some artworks.
He also dreamed to be a successful painter with his lust for life like many painters dreamed to be...; who would not want to be a successful painter in Paris..? No people will dislike living such a successful life these days, too. This self-portrait might be suitable to represent his ambition; so I chose this image to show his ambition...
20s self-portrait-2 |
In my eyes, his eyes look alive, intense, strained, and masculine [as if a sailor] in order to come true his ambition... Plus he looks clean-cut and abstained with the black outfit(perhaps). He was a believer who believed in God. Thus in my book, his appearance looks religious...
Eventually, he went to Paris to make money through his outstanding talent as mentioned above. Back then, Paris was like a stronghold for those who dreamed to be successful painters or entrepreneurs like in New York probably...
Well, learning a foreign language is always difficult as though blogging... For it is endless to achieve... Furthermore, speaking a foreign language is not meant that people fluently speak because there should "speak", "listen", "write", "and read", in addition, should know "grammar" at the same time, therefore what if someone speaks it very well, then it doesn't mean that someone can write, listen, and read all together, what is more, difficult is that each of them is a different realm, though all these things are connected with one root. For example, if someone is good at writing, then it doesn't mean that someone can translate, and writing is different from translating as well. That is the reason that people are difficult to learn foreign languages, not as native speakers.
To return, Jean-François Millet mainly painted portraits and nudes of women for a living itself in Paris like many painters pursued and painted, that kind of work might have been exalted by most people in those days. From my point of view, it seemed that he could not find his own unique art style in Paris yet, just his paintingsㅡportraits and nudesㅡmight have been the same as a parrot whose birdsong apes people's tongue, so to speak, there was no his originality in it.
So Millet might have just painted it technically based on his outstanding workmanship, which there was no his own heart and mind on the canvas... Probably, those paintings would have been uninspired... Nevertheless, his perverse fate relentlessly trampled and tore his searing ambition like the song "I Dreamed a Dream." God might have let him be shattered like that...
I Dreamed A dream.
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting...
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted...
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung...
No wine untasted...
But the "tigers" come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my child in his stride...
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me...
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that CANNOT be
And there are storms we cannot weather...
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed....
The dream...I dreamed...
ㅡThe song of Fantine from Les misérables
That is life... People dream and expect, but life is perverse, inexorable, invincible, cruel, and painful... Everything doesn't become what we people want... Even birth is not what we people wanted, and death is not what we people wanted either. In some sense, everything may become unilaterally as God only wishes...They(that life)tear our hope apart
They(that life) turn our dream to shame
There are dreams that cannot be
There are storms we cannot weather
Even so, we people must not stand against the Creator... There might only have to exist an " obedience " and a "thankfulness" like the painting " The Angelus" that he depicted... Because of his inexorable fate, his livelihood was getting worse, in addition, his first painting for the art contest in the Salon was rejected, at last, even his lovable wife Pauline early died of her sickness TB(tuberculosis), as soon as she was married... If I were him, I would be crazy!
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If he were a woman, then it might have been possible to live alone to some extent, abstaining from sexual desire, but he was a man who was necessary for keeping up his married life along with his children, and who needed to enjoy his sexual life as well...
On the flip side, women are hard to live alone for a living. Because, if they don't have an expert or a special job such as a doctor, professor, engineer, researcher... etc., then almost all women might want to marry or remarry.
At any rate, in those days, riots frequently used to break out in Paris, furthermore, the epidemic of cholera was prevalent all around like the current coronavirus pandemic is being scattered...
According to rumors, he struggled to show not to be seen as a rustic peasant in Paris because his innate birth was a poor peasant. Therefore, returning to farming and being a peasant again would have been more proper to him... He might not have wanted to pretend himself as a chic Parisian any longer in some ways, but rather he would have longed for being a peasant again from the depth of his heart like that was his origin.
Fortunately, he found out his art style in Barbizon, and then he undressed the ostentation that he had masqueraded as a chic Parisian. Everybody might want to pose themselves as a capable person, in other words, the rich and the strong, or else people tend to downplay the poor and the weak... That might be the reason that we people pretend ourselves to be rich and strong...
Jean-François Millet rid all the ostentation in painting as well, and then sincerely mirrored the only reality of rural life as a lowly peasant, questioning these things; it would go:
What is life? ... What is a labor in nature?... What is nature?... What is the suffering of life as lowest peasant in France?... something like that...
At that time, audiences and collectors were amazed by his realistic paintings that were never beatified, for painters and audiences thought that paintings had to be glamorized. On the contrary to this, his paintings were never luxurious. However, that kind of his honest works was noticed by people because his paintings were staggering, fresh, unique, informal, realistic, shabby, heavy, dark... etc. And above all things the protagonists on his canvases were none other than lowly peasants who could never become the nobility..., all these things were like a new revolution in the circle of art in France.
Ex-wife Pauline Died Caused By TB
What Is TB(Tuberculosis)?
There are thousands of information about Jean-François Millet and his works, but everything seems to be uncertain, each of them is like thriving hearsay, according to descriptions, he himself was also dead by TB at the end of his life like his former wife Pauline died...
- A Sufferer Caused by Pulmonary Tuberculosis
- A Sufferer By Religion Christianity
spiritual slave and an addict. I was fatigued with my work every day, despite I had to attend church, and had to give tithes every month along with other donations for God's sakeㅡin fact, the money seemed to be used to extend pastors' church(building) and pastors' family living. Yes... I might also have cherished an ambition, not to die by taking advantage of God's supernatural power, as if Jean-François Millet dreamed a dream in his life...
What if I didn't harbor that kind of religious zeal, then I would not have been brainwashed or fooled by a religion like Christianity... But I think that everybody cannot help but cherish the lust for life, so long as they live, and such a dark experience, which means a religious desire, under Christianity that I have undergone will be a good life lesson not to rely on any kind of religion as wellㅡ esp. the Bible, its doctrine, church, and pastors...
At that time, the old pastor had a great ambition to build a new megachurch(building) in another place. At last, the pastor built the megachurch through his church members' offerings. Back then, I was young so while I might not have known what was right or what it was wrong. One day, the old pastor said to me, " You must not quit the job, whatsoever you are in hardship at your workplace!" Because I could not work(make money) well every time, unlike other people who do make money and do save money well by having their iron will at their workplaces. Even my blog cannot make money either like in the old days...
What was more stupid was that I made an effort to obey everything that the pastor taught without any doubt because the pastor also taught the Bible like many pastors have taught, in other words, the pastor was like God Himself in my eyes, and I was like a dummy like other church members followed the pastor whatever he taught. So I determined to work(make money) in there on and on, although working was extremely painful day by day... In another sense, working was my living... Even I made up my mind if I die, I will die, working there... That was me...
At last, I was infected by TB in contrast with the pastor's advice. Despite I thought that his advice would be a sincere consolation for my sake(living)... Yet the old pastor's advice seemed WRONG, so now I think that the pastor might have wanted to only receive money(offering) from me, for I donated tithes and other donations regularly, working hard work there amid my dire anguish...
And then, when I was in the hospital because of the contagion of TB, the pastor and his church members did not visit me at all, perhaps they might not have wanted to be infected by TB like me, on the other side, when my nephew was sick caused by a different diseaseㅡinflammation of the intestines. (I don't know the medical diagnosis manifestly, but it might have been a virus that can infect other people, ultimately I heard that my nephew was sick caused by inflammation of the intestines from my elder sister in person.)
I was forsaken by them like that when I was sick...
And fortunately, I was able to completely leave the church and the pastor's clutch in consequence of the infection of TBㅡthe dramatic event in my life! When I was infected and cussed by TB, it was a cold winter... That night, I was still going to church after finishing work. Yes... it was snowing under the light of a streetlamp, and as soon as I coughed, a little blood spewed like Pauline would cough up blood... So that night I perceived that I would be sickened with a weighty disease... On the other hand, I wanted to die as it is because of unbearable suffering in my life...
The Snowy Night Under A Streetlamp... |
Jean-François Millet Artworks - Personal Review
The Gleaners, 1857 |
The Sower, 1850 |
I think that this painting is pretty thought-provoking... He looks hard to sow on the sloping and desolate field where nothing is seen, even that field seems that nothing would be able to live on, whereas the sower's motion looks very dynamic to scatter seeds, even though that field just looks bleak and barren in stark contrast with the seedman's toil, nevertheless, the sower is diligently sowing in the painting, probably expecting a luxuriant harvest... A certain philosopher told viewers via YouTube that we people should sow seeds(i.e. hope) as possible as we can only within the given possibility, expecting the harvest(i.e. fruition), then heaven(God) will help us. Is it really true?...
There are innumerable descriptions regarding this painting, "The Sower", based on religious perspectives, for Jean-François Millet was also a believer. It seems to me that humans have to work laboriously. If humans don't work, whatever it is, nothing is given as a fruit because of the result of mankind's sin, which was spoken in the Bible. We humans must sow(work) on the desolate field, expecting a harvest, but ironically, God might only grow the seeds and harvest its fruits like He is only a very farmer... Thus We humans might be a scarecrow(dummies)... In a sense, we humans might have to be humble before the harvest... Because the harvest is only up to God; if someone can harvest many, then he should not brag about it, while if someone cannot harvest at all, then he should not be disappointed therewith because the harvest is not up to us...
The Angelus(1857~1859) Painting by Jean-François Millet |
This painting was also best known all over the world...
It apparently looks like a poor husband and wife are giving thanksgiving to God with their harvest in the evening sun, and the flock of ravens is coming nearer or drawing apart a long way off... However, their harvest looks very poor, and they seem to be shabby... According to descriptions, that harvest was some of the potatoes, yet it was not. True be told, that was their dead baby...
This is the hidden story: In the beginning, Jean-François Millet wanted to depict the true scene that a certain husband and wife are praying for their dead babyㅡhope the baby goes into heaven and rests in peace there... Their baby died caused of starvation as the baby was not able to overcome a lasting hunger during a long winter...
However, his acquaintances were concerned about that tragic painting because that kind of his tragic and straightforward motive would have been targeted to receive public criticism, thereby he was in severe conflict about what to do, finally, he retouched the dead baby as the potato basket... For this reason, he would have painted the flock of black crows, because those birds take a smell of the dead things, even if it was blurredly described afar... After that, the Louvre scanned this painting with ultraviolet rays, amazingly, it was a dead baby in the basket!
No one will want to be confronted with those tragic happenings, in short, the death... Moreover, if one's family is dead, then the rest of the family will live in an insistent yearning(attachment) until they die, too... Hence I suppose that Jean-François Millet would have recalled his early dead wife Pauline, who died due to the same poverty that caused the baby to die too... Therefore he would have wanted to paint the real scene where the poor husband and wife are praying for their dead baby, whose body was laid in the basket as though some potatoes. That kind of his aspiration would have let him paint "The Angelus" which resonates with varied and unforgettable impressions in viewers' minds and hearts that is why this painting is called an immortal masterpiece in our history... That is Jean-François Millet's living and swirling soul on the canvas.
At least, Millet actually experienced what death was through his dead wife who died due to her sickness and poverty... and would have felt the incurable heartbreak like the husband and wife in the painting... so, he would have wanted to indirectly portray all the suffering in this way, praying for the parent's and his own peaceful rest like the evening bell called an Angelus was echoing in the sunset...
Most people will not be able to easily embrace their wives' or families' deaths, regardless, life is so relentless...
What we humans have to do is that might be obedience and thankfulness whatsoever it is, instead of bitter resentment... Everybody may be living a dissatisfied life, and a man's greed is endless... We, people, complain against God who ultimately allows all the things and contexts..., asking, " Why am I the only one who has been suffering from those things, Why, Why, Why?"
This poet was none other than a leper whose body was rotting... The parts of his body was losing one by one owing to the disease. Namely, he was Hansen's disease patient...
Bating Women Series
These paintings are not well-known rather than his masterpieces, even so, I was interested in acclaiming these paintings. Yes... there are plenty of other nudes or bathing paintings in this world... But whenever I see these paintings, strange to say, I feel sympathy, looking at women on the canvases...
In these paintings, women are protagonists, generally speaking, women are represented as the symbol of the weak in our society... In contrast, men have been dominating our society and are still strong, especially in middle eastern countries...; those men there have been committing crimes at their disposal under the law of religion!
Yet Millet would have wanted to illuminate women as the weak the same as peasants In these paintings. What if that women were the nobility, then the nobility could not have bathed in a brook, but rather, must have bathed in a comfortable and sumptuous bathtub, spraying a perfume made in France on the bodyㅡAs we know, France is known for producing perfume. There, around the brook, would have been field rats, mosquitoes, frogs, toads, and even water snakes, etc. These are the painting of the bathing series:
For all those women would never have been dressed in pretty dresses and invited to rich dining along with the nobility who would have been handsome and chic.
Who would dislike to be a princess such as Cinderella, who received love from the well-beloved prince? Sadly those women could not become such a princess in a small and rural village that was not Paris... Moreover, there was no witch who practiced witchcraft, thus there was no gold coach that was made by the ugly pumpkin either...
Hantavirus Hemorrhagic Fever With Renal Syndrome, HFRS
Especially, the black-striped field mice can transmit the epidemic hemorrhage fever(Hantavirus hemorrhagic fever with renal syndrome, HFRS), which is caused by black-striped field mice of saliva and feces... I might as well avoid accounting for the expert knowledge not as an expert about that...
The black-striped field mouse |
Bush Typhus(Tsutsugmushi Fever)
Bush typhus(Tsutsugamushi Fever) is also called tsutsugamushi fever because it is caused by the oriental tsutsugamushi bacteria that inhabit fields, so farmers are likely to be infected by it. It was known that when the mites that are transmitted by the bacteria bite other animals or humans, bush typhus develops an illness; those mites are a kind of parasite whose mouths suck the blood of other animals and humans on the skin! While the mites are sucking blood, their bellies are swollen as if they are balloons! When I was young, I used to see those mites.
Image: Scrub Typhus |
Epilogue
I am always weighed down with writing by guilty and pain, for my writings, cannot be supplied in these niches: finance, beauty, IT, car, study abroad, cooking, high-class restaurant, advanced country emigration, international marriage, health, investment in real estate, knowledge, diverse license for getting jobs, and abroad travel, and the rest... shortly speaking moneymaking contents, etc. that people like and admire therewith...
For this reason, I'm always sorry to those who might read my writings somewhere else... they might have a similar notion of what life is...And they might agree with my personal mind and heart, "understanding" the suffering of life...the reality of life...
"They" have been with me out there, though they don't even have their own name... I cannot see them.... they are the same... But yet we might know "the things" through each of our spirits ... and... and...
In fact, I have suffered to mirror the reality of life, and I'm still suffering to write... After finishing writing, I used to weep by stealth with deep heartache... Such a sentiment/emotion is continuing for several days... No one will like to face the reality of life...
Instead, people might only want to listen to a sweet word and want to see a rosy life and want to dream a dream and want to read profitable things... After all, they might want to live better than now, dreaming it in them...
But, they might be in " Titanic " now...