Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World painting

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World paintingGustave Courbet Plage de Normandie paintingThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNING painting
The tide was in when the Ayesha Pilgrimage marched down an alley beside the Inn, whose windows were full of the mistresses of film stars using their new Polaroid cameras, -- when the pilgrims felt the city's asphalt turn gritty and soften into sand, -- when they found themselves walking through a thick mulch of rotting coconuts abandoned cigarette packets pony turds non-degradable bottles fruit peelings jellyfish and paper, -- on to the mid-brown sand overhung by high leaning cocopalms and the balconies of luxury sea-view apartment blocks, -- past the teams of young men whose muscles were so well-honed that they looked like deformities, and who were performing gymnastic contortions of all sorts, in unison, like a murderous army of ballet dancers, -- and through the beachcombers, clubmen and families who had come to take the air or make contacts or scavenge a living from the sand, -- and gazed, for the first time in their lives, upon the Arabian Sea.