Ocher and Rust

The fog of Victorian London never hid sin, it only made it heavier. Under the dome of the Art Temple, a tragedy about identity, love and revenge is unfolding. When all the silent names are finally called out, it is also the moment of ending. Ocher is the base of painting, the oldest soil beneath all gorgeous appearances. Rust is the mark of time, the color of dried blood, and the traces of sin that cannot be covered up after they seep through the coating of time.