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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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