24/05/2016 09:21 BST | Updated 23/05/2017 06:12 BST

Converting to Baroque Art in Rome

When we think of Rome it's most likely ancient ruins of the empire or the High Renaissance in full swing at the Vatican with Michelangelo that come to mind. But the overwhelming visual style of the city if not classical or renaissance. From fountains to churches to piazzas, it is the Baroque born a century later that dominates. There is an entire art movement that cries out for attention in Rome - literally. It is big, showy, golden and opulent and it is born out of one of the most turbulent periods in European History.

You might wonder why, if Baroque art directly followed on from the Renaissance (which understood to be universally magnificent), is it so different and often less appreciated? The art historical narrative in a nutshell is that the Renaissance was all about reconnecting with the classical world. The Papacy had asserted its power over the 1000 years since the fall of the Roman Empire and a city of rich and powerful men became increasingly cultured. They were reading classical authors, discovering and cherishing lost classical sculptures like the Laocoön and paying attention to the ruins of a past civilization that had been hidden, sometimes in plain sight like the Pantheon. The Renaissance was a rebirth of art, glorifying the brilliance of mankind in the Catholic age.

But it wasn't all poetry reading parties in front of the Dying Gaul - this was an era of power hungry states, serious wealth in private hands and the Cult of the Individual (in other words rich, power hungry men campaigning in the name of God). Ultimately, the church divided in a period of extreme violence and upheaval. The city of Rome was attacked by Protestant reformers from Northern Europe as punishment for what they deemed arrogance and waywardness from the word of the Bible. Catholic Rome was battered and bruised. It limped through a few decades, chastising any aspects of culture that did not conform to a stricter, harsher regime that had self preservation at the top of the priority list.

As anyone who has been on a diet on a budget will tell you, sometimes when you are deprived you end up falling off the bandwagon in spectacular fashion. And that's what the Baroque represents. After decades of Reformation rules - looking over your shoulder before you painted an attractive or nude saint - came breaking the rules - loudly. The Catholic Church had survived. Self preservation caved in and instead came self proclamation. Let's show the world who we are, come back bigger and better. And more golden and more bling! That's the message of St Peters. Plastered over the top of a century of Renaissance development is a big billboard for the new regime. It says we are powerful, we are rich, we are right and we are not going anywhere. The Baroque is a complete expression of this new age in painting, architecture, sculpture and music.

Personally, aside from my passion for the painter Caravaggio, it was a period and a style of art that took me a while to devote time to. To be honest I resisted it at first. Instead, I loved the human quality of the Renaissance - the proportion, the intimacy and the harmony. Baroque seemed so distant, remote and well, over the top.

I am based in Rome at the moment and in the past months I have fought my way through the loud, the bling and frankly the oppressive aspects of Baroque art and architecture. By which I mean suffocating interiors dripping with oversized cherubs, gold leafed to an inch of their lives and paintings of big bodies writhing as they 'over act' religious scenes. Once I got past them I felt stronger and better equipped to seek out the aspects of Baroque that made more sense to me, that spoke to me.

My Baroque gems will follow in a series of devoted musings. To save any suspense the highlights include Bernini sculpture at the Villa Borghese, the rebirth of fountain design, greedy helpings of Caravaggio, the Doria Pamphilj, Pietro da Cortona and Guido Reno. The best thing about most of these is that they are all hiding in plain sight in Rome. There are entire Baroque palaces and churches, under visited and groaning with masterpieces from the ancients to the moderns. No tourists, no queues. I am often left alone reappraising and slowly but surely shaking off my Baroque hostility and prejudices.