While she happens to be passing through an unnamed city, a woman, whose name we won’t learn either, goes into a museum. As she is wandering through it distractedly, Georges de la Tour’s Saint Sebastien Tended to by St. Irene, suddenly grabs her attention. The figure of Irene, radiating tenderness and compassion, brings the emotions of an old love affair back to the woman’s mind.

Alongside the woman’s story, we also follow Georges de la Tour in Paris while he is working on his Saint Sébastien, which he plans to present to the King of France. Two voices – the painter’s own and that of his assistant, Laurent, who is tasked with copying the master’s work – play off each other.

With the painting as their connecting thread, the two stories and two eras intertwine and complement each other, bringing both stories wonderfully to life.

How can love’s blindness and dependence be expressed in words? Is devotion enough to be loved in return? We are creatures of desire, ever waiting unreasonably for a love that will save us. Art holds up a mirror and invites us to examine our own reflection, unceasingly exploring our own lives...