This is almost a response to every woman who has grabbed a fellow under the chin to say, "Yo, buddy, my eyes are up here!" Bear in mind that most women don't do that. They make that slightly smirky downturned expression, like she has, and wish they'd worn something less revealing.

The symbolism of the hearts in the nipples is interesting. Any woman who has ever breastfed a child in public will have a different interpretation of those hearts compared to any man who has ever stared down a tight-fitting T-shirt in public.

The simplicity of the overall drawing is intriguing. The stark vertical lines and overall greys and blacks contrast with the bold red of the ironic mouth and the nipples. There's a nice triangle shape drawn by the points of red. I always associate triangles with the holy trinity, but that may be a stretch here.

Still: I like the cropping. No eyes, no upper face, and yet there are eyes. There's a beautiful cherry-red mouth in a somewhat annoyed expression. And then the title: Lust. But whose lust? The subject's lust, or the viewer's?

Strangely (and perhaps appropriately), that old aphorism from Nietzsche comes to mind: And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

Though I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about cleavage.

This theme has been depicted in paintings since the 60s, and when looking at this Tom Wesselmann comes to mind first. This work is a message showing what the artist thinks of men. Her lips are bright red as are her heart shaped nipples, this is what love is to men and this is important. The artist toned down the "what's important" theme a little because he easily could have went south a bit further and made it bright red as well. The title "Lust" really says it all. The nipples are eyes with hearts in them to say that women are blinded by love, they can see nothing but and often miss the true man who is lusting over them.

Another theme, although similar but different, is the ever occurring event. When you're trying to have a conversation with a man but he can't look you in the eyes. His eyes flutter all over your face to begin with, landing on your lips most of the time. His eyes are always wondering to your breast. This artist shows the eyes as breasts to perhaps make it easier for the man to make eye contact. This is a mans perfect world. But as you can see in her lips, she's unhappy with what she can obviously notice him doing. Men seem to think they can get away with this without us knowing, well you can't.

To use pen on white bristol board works perfectly. The execution of the rendered body is beautiful but also gives almost a dead feeling. The way a man lusts over her, while she's looking for love, makes here feel empty. The gray and white exudes that.

Beautiful work.