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

0

Your Cart is Empty

In the rain-washed stillness of Banteay Kdei’s eastern gate, a timeworn apsara lifts a lotus to the dawn. Her smile, softened by centuries of weather, endures without demand. There is no grandeur in the gesture—only presence, offered freely to the rising light.

Lucas Varro photographed her from outside the gopura, just after the last monsoon hush had passed. Using medium-format black-and-white film, he exposed a single frame as the mist began to lift. In the studio, through careful chiaroscuro shaping and subtle hand-toning, he coaxed the image forward—layer by layer, until breath and stone began to speak again.

The result is not preservation but presence: Grace Breathed Through Stone exists as an open threshold, inviting stillness rather than spectacle. Within the evolving Spirit of Angkor series, this image marks a return to intimate reverence, where the feminine sacred appears not in flourish but in quiet endurance.

Each print is rendered as a hand-toned archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper. Offered in a limited edition of twenty-five, with two Artist’s Proofs, each impression carries the hush of dawn, the memory of rainfall, and the care of the artist’s hand.

To live with this print is not to possess it. It is to keep company with something that remembers long after it has been forgotten.


Also in Library

The Silence of Scales
The Silence of Scales

1 min read

A staircase inhales, and silence thickens between stone scales. Each step remembers serpents once carved, pearl-light gathering in its breath. In this luminous flash gem, a traveller climbs toward hush and revelation, where silence itself becomes flame. A tale brief as an exhalation, yet lingering like pearl-light beneath moss.

Read More
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