Carved to Hold the Flame
The gesture that made the flame visible never moved.
At the western gate of Angkor Wat, she waits—not in stone, but in stillness shaped by fire. Apsara, crowned and radiant, her foot lifted mid-gesture, her hand brushing an unseen rhythm. She stands within an aureole of flame-shaped leaves, carved not to flicker, but to hold. She is not ornament. She is offering.
The sandstone glowed in the last light of day. Not with colour, but with consecration. Lucas Varro approached this moment with the same stillness he brings to every frame. Using large-format black-and-white film, he stood in silent alignment as the shutter opened—not to capture—but to allow the light to speak.
Later, in the hush of his studio, the image was shaped using classical chiaroscuro techniques to coax shadow from form, breath from line. Finally, each print was hand-toned in gold to honour what was seen—not the light itself, but the way it returned to her.
This photograph is not a document. It is a devotion. It is the moment before the gods stir.
There are gestures that shape fire.
This is one of them.
Crafted on large-format analogue film in the descending light of sunset, this hand-toned archival pigment print is part of a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs. Printed on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, each piece is signed and shaped with sacred attention.
This is not an image to be looked at, but lived with. A presence. A remembrance. A fire that never moved.
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Field Note: Blue Hour at Angkor
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.
$250
Angkor Wat Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2021
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
9 x 7.2 inches (22.9 x 18.3 cm)
At the hour when fire becomes memory, a figure waits at the gate of Angkor Wat. She does not move, yet all gestures curve around her. Her silence is not still—it breathes.
The sandstone blazed as the sun bowed westward. Each tendril of carved flame flared to life, and the air thickened with reverence. The apsara’s lifted foot, her halo of fire, her curved wrist—all became conduits of a deeper presence. She was not lit. She was luminous.
Lucas Varro stood in quiet alignment with her. The shutter opened like a prayer. Captured on large-format black-and-white film, the image was later shaped in the darkroom and hand-toned in gold to reflect the inner radiance that marked the moment. Classical chiaroscuro gave form to her light.
Printed on museum-grade Hahnemüle Bamboo paper, this 8 × 8 inch archival pigment print is part of a strictly limited edition of 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs. Each print is signed and hand-toned, a rare vessel of presence and quiet fire.
A gesture held the light—and let it return to us.
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