I think that Camille Paglia would like this painting—with its sheeny, armored Apollonian males and naughty nudie graces.
These two males have paused, dangerously, in the pagan wilderness, and like Mars, are about to be relieved of their clothes by these clearly plotting and cunning Venuses.
In the upper right of the painting, a civilizational refuge is far off in the blue haze, and insignificant.
The men will not be saved by it.
Cupid (in the upper left hand corner) will win the day—and the horse, tethered to his phallus-like branch, gives us a sideway look that tells us that he knows the score.
Wildness is about to be released to breathe new life into these two older male geezers.
Viva Viagra.
Prometheus Unbound 