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“Where stone inhales light, the gods remember us.”

At Banteay Srei, sacred elegance reveals itself not through scale, but refinement.  Built in the tenth century and often called the "citadel of the women," the temple is adorned with apsaras—celestial dancers whose every detail suggests devotion, not display.  Among them, one leans gently from the wall, hips poised in mid-turn, her hand lifted as if parting the veil between worlds.

This is the apsara at the heart of Echoes in the Stone.  She does not command attention.  Rather, she opens space for it.  Her presence is not decorative—it is devotional.  She is surrounded by vines and flames carved so delicately they seem to breathe.  Beneath her, three hamsas wait in silent formation, mythic swans that once ferried souls across the celestial threshold.

Lucas Varro encountered her just before dawn.  Working with medium-format black-and-white film, he composed the image slowly, allowing the early light to settle into the scene like incense.  The exposure was long.  The silence longer.  In the studio, each print was shaped with classical chiaroscuro techniques, then hand-toned by the artist in quiet reverence—restoring depth to shadow, grace to form, and breath to stillness.

Printed on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, the image carries a warmth and tactility that mirrors the sandstone of its origin.  The paper’s renewable nature and soft surface support the spiritual ethic of the series: permanence through impermanence, presence through humility.

The edition is strictly limited to 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs.  Each print is signed and numbered on the border recto.

To welcome this work into one’s space is to create a threshold: not for history, but for stillness.  Not for the past, but for what remains.


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