Young Paul sailed around the world. He wanted to rediscover the paradise. He remembered having lived once in it. But he had forgotten the way to get to it and, since then, he searched for it. Doing that, he arrived one day in Tahiti. By that time he was no longer a sailor, nor a broker, nor a wealthy bourgeois. By that time he actually was an artist in the middle of a path between primitive shapes and symbolic shinning of colours, diving into the hope for a beautiful, different world.