Complimentary worldwide shipping on orders over $400 · No import tariffs for most countries

0

Your Cart is Empty

Before sun-rise, the towers of Angkor Wat do not rise; they are revealed—drawn upward by the slow brightening of cloud even as their twin silhouettes deepen upon the lotus pond.  Lucas Varro stands motionless at water’s edge, camera poised, breath folded into the larger stillness.  The long exposure that follows gathers cloud-drift, palm murmur, and stone prayer into one continuous filament of time.

Captured on 8 × 10 black-and-white negative, the scene moves next into the dim sanctuary of the studio.  There, classical chiaroscuro and hand-toning transform technique into offering: shadows tempered like incense smoke, highlights cooled to the quiet of morning marble.  Printed on warm-toned Hahnemühle Bamboo, the image carries the tactile memory of that predawn air.

Curatorially, Sacred Reflection functions as the axis mundi within the Spirit of Angkor series—a visible hinge where ascent meets descent, where Mount Meru’s symbolism and its water-borne echo form a mandala of unity.  The print’s symmetry invites meditative regard: to gaze is to be momentarily suspended between heaven’s unfolding and earth’s recall.

For collectors, rarity intertwines with devotion.  The edition is limited to 25 archival pigment prints plus 2 Artist’s Proofs, each signed and numbered on the border recto and accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity.  Acquiring the piece is less possession than guardianship of a stillness that will not repeat.  Place it where dawn’s hush is welcome, and the mirror of quiet will remain.


Also in Library

The Crocodile and the Moon Eel: A Tide-Bargain
The Crocodile and the Moon Eel: A Tide-Bargain

7 min read

A crocodile waits in hush where river bends to moonlight. From the silt, a pearl-lit eel rises, whispering a bargain of scale and tide. What is given is never returned whole: hunger meets silence, storm keeps watch, and the river writes its law in breath.

Read More
Field Note: Blue Hour at Angkor
Field Note: Blue Hour at Angkor

2 min read

The blue hour settles over Angkor like a hush in stone. Naga coils dissolve into shadow, carvings soften into silence, and hunger without teeth endures. A sketch becomes listening. Each fracture is a hymn, each hollow a river. A field note on patience, memory, and the stillness that lingers.

Read More
Red and black chalk sketch of reeds and a single widening ripple on still water.
At the River’s Bend

1 min read

Dusk leans against the bank and the water forgets its hurry. A heron holds one bead of light. In the reeds, someone counts—commas between breaths. The river practises memory; cicadas re-thread a broken necklace. Perhaps art is only this: placing the pause so the note can be heard.

Read More