Benjamin Delattre

In a setting cleared of all stage artifice, multi-instrumentalist composer and performer Michel Portal invents, listens, writes and plays in his only language : music.

I had heard of a Chilean painter, author of a thousand paintings, who had disappeared long ago. I had been given an address on the banks of the Loire, at number 640 of a road that no longer existed. No one had been here for decades. Everything had remained there, as if someone had fled.

I had heard of a Chilean painter, author of a thousand paintings, who had disappeared long ago. I had been given an address on the banks of the Loire, at number 640 of a road that no longer existed. No one had been here for decades. Everything had remained there, as if someone had fled.

​Upon his return from war, Manutahi withdraws into the forest with Maria. They disappear. Years later, a former French soldier, on a mission at the time in Tahiti, returns to the archipelago. He hopes to find them.

​Upon his return from war, Manutahi withdraws into the forest with Maria. They disappear. Years later, a former French soldier, on a mission at the time in Tahiti, returns to the archipelago. He hopes to find them.

In a setting cleared of all stage artifice, multi-instrumentalist composer and performer Michel Portal invents, listens, writes and plays in his only language : music.

In a setting cleared of all stage artifice, multi-instrumentalist composer and performer Michel Portal invents, listens, writes and plays in his only language : music.