In the Pause Between Two Gestures
There is a moment at Angkor when the light becomes a participant—when it does not fall but arrives, slowly and with intention. That is when the carvings begin to breathe.
I saw her then. A princess receiving something unseen. The gesture of the offering was tender, but it was her stillness that held me. It wasn’t what was given—it was how she made space for it.
warm light on her face
not the gift that caught my breath
but how she received
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The Gate Beneath the Temple
A gate listens where a temple breathes. Smoke clings like a mirror, vows soften like wax, and every prayer falls downward as bread to a mouth carved in stone. Hunger speaks in liturgy and withdraws in hush. You feel the crown’s weight without jewels. You hear it. You carry it.
A Scroll Carried by Wind
Zhou Daguan came to Angkor to observe—but found a kingdom that defied explanation. This introductory scroll welcomes new readers into The Wind That Carried Me to Zhenla: a poetic resurrection of the 13th-century emissary’s journey, revoiced with reverence, wonder, and the hush of temple stone.
The Goddess of the Golden Tower
There is a tower the moon remembers—where a king once climbed in silence, and a goddess wove humility into gold. Though the spire has faded, her presence lingers in the hush between breath and stone, waiting for the next soul who dares to kneel before the unseen.
$250
Angkor Wat Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2020
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
By Lucas Varro
Edition: Strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Medium: Hand-toned black & white archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper
Signed & Numbered: Each print is individually signed and numbered by the artist on border recto
Certificate of Authenticity: Included with every print
Image Size: 8 x 8 inches, 20.3 x 20.3 cm
The moment was nearly silent—only the breath of sunset and the hush of stone.
In the great western gallery of Angkor Wat, the sacred narrative unfolds: noble women approach a seated princess with gifts, while the men who carry her palanquin wait in timeless stillness. The carvings, though worn by centuries, catch the sun with grace—each gesture glowing as though kindled from within.
As the final light shimmered through the colonnade, I set the tripod and dissolved into stillness. I knew the image had to carry not only form, but the presence of that golden hush. Through long exposure and the intimacy of medium format black-and-white film, I allowed the light to etch itself into the emulsion—to remember what I could not describe.
In the studio, I shaped the image slowly through classical chiaroscuro, coaxing depth from shadow. And when it was ready, I hand-toned the final print in gold, not to add brilliance, but to return what had been given.
This is a hand-toned archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, in a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 AP.
A gesture of reverence, preserved in light.
