Some in the art establishment will sniff at Jack Vettriano.
But I adore his work. Not so much the slightly insipid beach paintings, but his darker, more erotic studies with its D/s and BDSM elements.
The women in Jack’s paintings are sensual and real. Yes, they are stylised and some are glamorous, but their bodies are conjured from physical knowing rather than a schoolboy fantasy of silicone and air-brushed curves.
This is one of my favourites. A semi naked woman is poised at the entrance to a room. There is something relaxed and almost languid about her pose. And yet to me she is electric with sensuality.
It as if she is on stage, the doors have become parted curtains, and she is looking out to her audience of one. There are lights behind the seated man who is waiting for her. They will shine upon her, and yet he too appears to be caught in the illumination.
I like the way Vettriano has caught the tilt of her hip, the honesty of her shape, and the erotic beauty of her submission.
Ah, for such a favourite girl.