It just seems that to become a great artist, it is enough to quit the stock exchange office, go far away to a tropical island and change the top hat for a loincloth. And that's it, Paul Gauguin is ready. No, not all. He also needs a woman, in this case just a girl, Tehura, who will open the earthly paradise of Tahiti to him. Gauguin is a genius, but he could not invent Tekhura. He could only write it off with his beloved.