I am not writing this to be sentimental. I am just trying to find an answer to a story...<br/><br/>An artistic girl in Renaissance Venice, quietly rebelling against the constraints of her gender. <br/>A young milordi on a European Grand Tour, recognising the world and his secret sexuality. <br/>A ballerina in nineteenth-century Paris, choosing between suitors. <br/>A Greek mother, beginning a new life with her family in a migrant reception centre in regional Australia. <br/>And, finally, a paintings conservator in contemporary Melbourne, breaking her own heart.<br/>A single, small artwork - subversive, hidden, and oddly blue - somehow survives for five hundred years, linking the lives of these characters. <br/><br/>An intricate tale of grief and discovery, of watery destruction and earthly love.