Giovanni Baglione was a hard partier who used his art as a weapon.
Baglione was a part of the Roman art squad known for their public parades in honor of the god Bacchus (which the Vatican tolerated for some reason). Their processions culminated in a weird cult ceremony that transitioned into a booze fueled, orgiastic, whorehouse rager with a hefty side of illegal gambling. Every artist's association with this group left at least one demerit on their permanent record. For Giovanni, that was a litter of bastards. Given that he had the kind of career to easily provide for a second or third family about town, that's a much better fate than, for instance, incurable syphilis.
Besides the brothel cult raves, what most of these painters had in common was an affinity for the work of Caravaggio. So many artists were imitating Caravaggio that they were known as the Caravaggisti. And Baglione was entrenched in that world, cribbing off of Caravaggio's style to swoop in on Church commissions. Brother has to put food on his families' tables somehow. The big difference between Baglione and the rest of the Caravaggisti was that he ran his mouth constantly. Always trash talking about how Caravaggio was a big assh*le.
Then it all hit the fan when Baglione scooped a commission Caravaggio really wanted. Their cold war escalated, insults getting fiercer. Then Baglione decides to take it all one step further. He remakes a Caravaggio painting a couple times, the last one depicting an angel breaking up a tryst between the devil and Cupid. Caravaggio's head is on the devil, a famous Roman male prostitute is Cupid's visage. To Romans, it was a classic charge of sodomy. Caravaggio, in turn, wrote some sonnets that vacillated between calling Baglione a pervert and claiming his paintings were best used as toilet paper.
Baglione sued Caravaggio and some of the Caravaggisti for libel. No, Baglione emphatically told the world, his paintings were an artistic experience, not a fecal cleanse. For his part, Caravaggio barely defended himself. Instead, he used the trial as a soapbox on the topic of good art. Going so far as to name every worthwhile artist he could think of. Which was almost every painter in Rome except Baglione. Finishing by describing just how thoroughly everyone thought Baglione sucked. Mic dropped, Caravaggio spent a couple weeks in jail, and Baglione lost the case by winning.
After Caravaggio died, Baglione tried to get the last word by writing a shade-throwing biography on his archnemesis. Nobody cared. Caravaggio was and is the king of Roman art from the 17th century. Baglione went on to a knighthood and some small renown, but Caravaggio's firestorm of burns from the trial are writ larger in history than Baglione's almost anonymous book.
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