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"To see is not enough.  One must be still enough to receive."

Ta Prohm’s eastern gallery stands not in grandeur, but in listening.  In the pre-dawn hush, before the jungle stirs, light returns across the stone—not as spectacle, but as presence.  It brushes the floor like memory and leans into shadow like breath.  This is where the artist stood: not to capture, but to dissolve.

In Shadow and Stone, Lucas Varro draws us into this threshold space with reverent precision.  The photograph was made on large format black-and-white film, using long exposure to receive the corridor’s unfolding hush.  In the darkroom, each print was shaped by hand—using classical chiaroscuro and slow toning to coax the memory forward.

This image does not depict architecture.  It reveals a stillness that resides within it.

Within the broader Spirit of Angkor series, Shadow and Stone serves as a locus of breath and absence—a visual invocation of silence carried through the language of stone.

Printed as an archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, each edition is individually hand-toned and signed by the artist.  The work is offered in a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs, accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity and Collector’s Print Folio Statement.

To live with this image is to receive a companion in stillness—an invitation to dwell where light remembers, and silence remains.


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