"Sea crashing, retreating with shuffle of pebbles, Juan and beloved young whore--is her name, as they say, Adora? Is she Italian, Roumanian, Irish?--asleep in his lap, his opera cloak puled over her, candle messily burning in its tin cup, next to it a paper-wrapped bunch of long roses, his silk hat on the stone floor near a patch of moonlight, all this in a corner of a decrepit, once palatial whorehouse, Villa Venus, on a rocky Mediterranean coast, a door standing ajar gives on what seems to be a moonlit gallery but is really a half-demolished reception room with a broken outer wall, through a great rip in it the naked sea is heard as a panting space separated from time, it dully booms, dully withdraws dragging is its patter of wet pebbles."

My question. Sound effects notwithstanding, this passage strikes me as "painterly." Can anyone suggest a painting or paintings that might underlie it?