'It elevated folk art and custom to something noble, and argued for a "natural" epistemology of human activities as conditioned by nature in the form of language, custom and usage.'

The little home studio of Millet where i visited in Barbizon.

Old and musty and packed with relics like mouldy clogs and old palettes the colours of the forest.

'' The first man who, having fenced in a piece of land, said "This is mine," and found people naive enough to believe him, that man was the true founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this imposter; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody. ''

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 1754

The forests of Barbizon/Fountainebleu were enchanting for me, the zero degree frenshness of the air and christmas scents of pines. I Dont know weather i was touched by the fresh historical importance of the forest like those hundreds of years, or weather i was perfectly happy to be out of the big cities, the masses.

This trip really is major city to major city and taking a walk through the forest was like a mentos for a smokers mouth. The air pure and the light diffused like fog hanging between trees, deer scattering, mushrooms underfoot, and grand old trees umderwhere artists have sat for hundreds of years. This has had more personal importance for me than galleries because a forest is a place easily experienced personally, as opposed to the masses in the galleries.

The town of barbizon is small and suitably deserted for the timne we were there, not a tourist to be seen, just chimneysmoke and singing garderners. I stood in the studio of millet in the light of mouldy windows and the air of dustyrelics. Splendid day!