Francisco Goya.
The bridge between the Old Masters and the Modern painters. His Los desastres de la guerra (Disasters of War) and Caprichos works cement it for me.
Oh give me a break. That Michelangelo guy couldn’t draw his way out of a marble statuary quarry, I must say. Which, when you think about it, would be a rather daunting feat. I’m reminded of a story my Great Aunt Nonie used to recount, involving statues, drawing, and Michelangelo, although it may actually have been about a minister, a priest, and an altercation of crows. Memory is such a fleeting thing, particularly when it comes to remembering things.