I must admit to having been, maybe only on rare occasions, one of those men; sitting in a group and ogling women walking past. I do feel a bit embarrassed, and also a sense of complicity. Perhaps that’s why the male gaze has become a recurring theme in my recent work; maybe I’m seeking redemption. In my defence, I grew up when Miss World and Benny Hill were primetime family viewing.
I was particularly interested in painting something based on The Judgement of Paris, because it is such an outrageous anachronism in the present moral climate.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.