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There is a flame that never burns—
only remembers.

Among the many carved figures of Angkor Wat, this devata stands apart—not for adornment or posture, but for stillness. High on the western gate, she lifts a blossom in a gesture suspended between offering and remembrance. Framed by celestial scrollwork and crowned with seven points, she does not face the world. She faces something older.

Lucas Varro approached her not to capture, but to listen. He stood beneath the gate at day’s end, watching as the light withdrew. The film—large-format black-and-white—was exposed slowly, reverently. The image was later shaped with chiaroscuro, then hand-toned in gold by the artist himself. These gestures, like her own, were not decorative, but devotional.

The Fire That Remains is not an image of a carving. It is a vision of what lingers after fire has passed. The devata does not reflect light—she becomes its echo. Her stillness is not absence. It is presence distilled.

Each print in this limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs is signed, numbered, and hand-finished by the artist. The image is rendered on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper. No two impressions are the same. Each one is shaped by silence.

To encounter this work is to cross a threshold—the one where gesture becomes memory, and memory becomes spirit.


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