Chapter 1 of 6
The moment after
Caravaggio paints the moment after the kill. A boy stoops over the head of a giant, threading a cord through it to carry his trophy away, and the whole drama unfolds in a shallow box of darkness. There is no landscape, no army, no God in the clouds, only raking light that strikes David's bare shoulder and the dead man's brow and lets everything else fall to near-black.
Made in Rome around 1600, it turns a triumph into something quieter and stranger: a child absorbed in grim, practical work.