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Bayon, the temple-mountain of serene visages, reveals more than devotion—it reveals breath.  In Where Stone Still Breathes, two faces meet across a threshold of light: one swathed in shadow, the other kissed by dawn.  Their silence is not absence—it is presence enduring.

Lucas Varro captured this image on medium-format black-and-white film in the pale hush before sunrise.  The long exposure allows time to settle into each fissure.  Later, through chiaroscuro shaping and hand-toning, the artist guided light into gesture, shadow into breath.  The photograph is not a document, but a communion.

Within the Spirit of Angkor series, this work embodies the paradox of impermanence and gaze.  Here, compassion outlives empire.

Printed as a hand-toned archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper—chosen for its warmth, sustainability, and spiritual tactility—this image is offered in a strictly limited edition of 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs.  Each is signed and numbered on the border recto, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity.

May it enter your space not as artefact, but as guardian.  A quiet witness to stillness that still breathes.


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