Son of a bitch was the most bitchin' painter around 1600 A.D., and he brawled his way around Italy.
He was so badass, the Pope fucking pardoned him for killing some dude in a bar, just so he could come back to Rome (he had been on the run) and paint for some Renaissance-era Christian mercenaries/pirates who just so happened to love epic art.
Damn, son. Damn.
Art professor: You must be referring to Caravaggio. *does not try to hide gleam of admiration in eyes* Damn, he was a badass.