Georges Rouault (1871–1958) was born with a bang. A shell struck Rouault père’s home during the Commune, and Madame went into labor. Of his birth, Rouault said, “In the faubourg of toil and suffering, in the darkness, I was born. Keeping vigil over pictorial turpitudes, I toiled miles away from certain dilettantes.”

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