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

0

Your Cart is Empty

“When light became memory,
stone remembered how to touch.”

In the quiet corridors of Angkor Wat’s Cruciform Galleries, Lucas Varro encountered something rare: not just divine form, but divine familiarity. Two apsaras—leaning together, carved into the temple’s western wall—held a tenderness not often seen in the sacred architecture of Angkor. Shoulder met shoulder, hip touched hip. One smiled, her teeth visible. It is one of only a handful of such smiles across the vast stone faces of the temple.

Varro did not begin with exposure. He began with breath. Sketching, returning, waiting for the light that would remember them as he had. It came in the final hush of day. The sun, filtered through jungle canopy, struck the walls with molten reverence. The moment was not captured. It was received.

The final photograph was composed on large-format black-and-white film. Later, shaped through chiaroscuro, it was hand-toned in gold—mirroring the warmth that once flowed between their forms. The process was slow, contemplative, devotional. Each print becomes an extension of that hush: the silence between lifetimes, the breath that preceded memory.

The Caress Between Lifetimes is an archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, available in a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs. It is a meditation in form—a sculpted memory that leans close and waits.

This is not a portrait. It is a presence.


Also in Library

Where light lingers, time kneels. The world waits to be seen — not taken, but received.
The Weight of Light

3 min read

In the hush before dawn, light gathers until waiting becomes prayer.
Long exposure teaches surrender — to breathe with time, to let the unseen complete the image.
What remains on film is not possession, but trust made visible.

Read More
The Silence Between Temples
The Silence Between Temples

3 min read

Between one breath and the next, the world holds its pulse in silence.
Here, between temples, devotion hums without voice—light becoming memory, memory becoming air.
Step softly into the space where sound has already bowed,
and feel the sacred linger in what remains unspoken.

Read More
Hands of the Sculptor — The Craft as Meditation
Hands of the Sculptor — The Craft as Meditation

1 min read

In the hush of the galleries, the sculptor listens rather than strikes.
Each breath, each measured blow, opens silence a little further.
Unfinished reliefs reveal the moment when mastery becomes meditation—
when patience itself is carved into being,
and the dust that falls at a mason’s feet becomes the residue of prayer.

Read More