It was a picture which hadn't seen the light of day for 30 years.
No wonder, it was the most spellbinding thing he had ever made, a painting before which people had once swooned, a painting bothing beautiful and repulsive. But the painting was also a guilty secret, the real reason why David's body was refused burial in France.
I'm not sure how I feel about this painting, except deeply conflicted. Yes, it's tragically beautiful. But to say that is to separate it from the appalling moment of its creation.
This is Jean-Paul Marat, the most paranoid of the Revolution's fanatics.He has been assassinated in his bath. Marat was someone for whom there could never be enough terror, never enough killing. But for David, Marat isn't a monster. He's a saint. This painting transforms Marat into a paragon of virtue.