At the Edge of Becoming
The stones were still wet with night. They held a softness I had never seen before—a sheen that belonged more to breath than to matter. No footstep. No echo. I crossed the western gopura in darkness and entered into a world that had not yet begun.
Ahead, the naga balustrades curved into shadow like the spines of ancient prayers. The towers of Angkor Wat had not yet risen—they were simply waiting, unnamed. And I, too, found myself suspended. The world behind me had slipped away. What lay ahead had not taken form.
There was no need to compose. I did not reach for the camera immediately. I waited until my breath slowed, until my presence thinned enough to vanish into the silence of stone. The moment was complete long before I touched the shutter.
clouds drift above stone
the gods wait without speaking—
light has no name yet
I unfolded the bellows of the large format camera not to take something, but to honour what had been given. Each movement was deliberate. Each gesture carried the weight of stillness. I did not photograph the temple—I stood at the edge of becoming, and received it.
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$250
Angkor Wat Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2020
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
Edition
Strictly limited to 25 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Medium
Hand-toned black-and-white archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo — a museum-grade fine art paper chosen for its quiet tactility and reverent depth, echoing the spirit of the temples.
Signature & Numbering
Each print is individually signed and numbered by the artist on the border (recto)
Certificate of Authenticity
Accompanies every print
Image Size
8 x 8 inches (20.3 x 20.3 cm)
Before first light touches stone, before the world is named, the western causeway of Angkor Wat extends like a breath held in the body of the earth. No footsteps echo. The sky holds its silence in cloudlight.
The naga balustrades curve inward like gestures of remembrance. Their symmetry does not lead to a structure, but to presence. The temple’s towers wait on the horizon, not to be seen—but to be met. Here, in the hush before form, something sacred begins.
Lucas Varro entered this space before dawn, passing through the western gopura in darkness. He stood without framing or thought, listening. The camera’s bellows opened like a breath. The long exposure received not an image, but a moment of surrender.
Captured on large format black-and-white film, the photograph was shaped using classical chiaroscuro techniques and hand-toned by the artist. The final print is an archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, offered in a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs.
Each one a threshold, waiting to be crossed in silence.
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Previously titled ‘Causeway, Angkor Wat Temple, Cambodia. 2020,’ this photograph has been renamed to better reflect its place in the series and its spiritual tone. The edition, provenance, and authenticity remain unchanged.
