Chapter 1 of 7
Painting for the Nation
Paris, eighteen thirty. In three days of July, the people rise and topple a king. Eugène Delacroix, the great Romantic painter, did not man the barricades — but he wrote to his brother: I have undertaken a modern subject, and if I have not fought for my country, at least I will paint for it.
What he paints is not quite reportage. It is revolution turned into myth.