I’ve noticed recently how many people don’t make eye contact when they pass in the street. I always look at people as they walk towards me, although obviously it depends where I am and whether its likely to encourage trouble if I do it, so I am somewhat circumspect as to my surroundings! Some people look at me, and will smile at my open gaze, but, on the whole, people don’t look at other people. Perhaps we’ve all been conditioned nowadays not to do it, which is a shame. And I’m so used to doing it, as its my job, to look, to observe, to record the details. I find whilst I’m standing quietly somewhere, in a queue or a busy bar, that I people watch and can always find beauty in the tiniest detail – the curl of hair in the nape of the neck, long sweeping dark eyelashes, polished fingernails, the glint of red in a head of dark hair, the startling blueness of a pair of eyes, or the sensual fullness of a bottom lip. And of course there’s the larger details, the freshness of teenage skin, the full hips of a sexy older woman, the tightness of a pair of male buttocks, the gentle curve of a female thigh, the squareness of a mans shoulders, the fullness of perfectly rounded breasts. I was told a few weeks ago by a female friend that she’d always had a big sexual fantasy about being drawn in minute detail, all her innermost details examined and inspected then captured down on paper, and I’ve been told by a man I’ve drawn recently what a turn on it was to be observed in minute detail, in almost a detached scientific way, then to see his naked body created on the paper infront of me, he felt was a very erotic situation. I suppose it must be. I don’t know why I was surprised to hear it, as I spend as much time assessing a subject to draw whatever it is, although admittedly a vase might not have quite the same level of eroticism about it as a semi-naked body. Then afterwards when my model sees the finished drawing, to know how they were feeling when I drew them, how I’ve captured their essence, their sexuality, the eroticness of the situation, they realise how much I’ve seen………..