“Outside the Gopura, the Breath Waited”
“The breath of the world lives longest in stone.”
I stood just outside the eastern gopura. Rain had ended hours ago, but the hush remained—drifting through tree limbs, seeping from moss-dark stone, clinging to the underside of banyan roots. The ground was wet beneath my feet, yet the air above her felt untouched. The apsara faced east, not toward the sky, but inward, as though listening for something that still lived behind the wall.
Light had not yet crested the lintel. Her smile—worn but unbroken—carried the soft memory of water. The lotus in her hand looked neither carved nor placed. It simply rested there, as if it had always belonged.
I didn’t move. Not from reverence, but from the sense that I had stepped into someone else’s memory. Her gesture, her gaze, her stillness—they asked nothing, but made asking unnecessary.
Eventually I brought the camera forward. The tripod sank slightly in the softened earth. I didn’t adjust it. The angle was already correct. I focused slowly, without expectation, and waited for the air to rise a little more.
The shutter fell like a leaf returning to its source.
stone holds what rain leaves
lotus offering to light
smile the dawn can’t move
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$250
Banteay Kdei Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2023
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
Edition
Strictly limited to 25 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Medium
Hand-toned black-and-white archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo — a museum-grade fine art paper chosen for its quiet tactility and reverent depth, echoing the spirit of the temples.
Signature & Numbering
Each print is individually signed and numbered by the artist on the border (recto)
Certificate of Authenticity
Accompanies every print
Image Size
8 x 8 inches (20.3 x 20.3 cm)
The corridor still carries the hush of vanished rain. In that hush, an apsara lifts a lotus—not in ceremony, but as quiet offering. Her smile curves like the memory of water.
At Banteay Kdei, where stone breathes beneath banyan limbs and light takes its time, grace lives not in perfection but in presence. This carving, worn by centuries of weather and worship, seems to glow from within the ruin’s silence.
I stood before her in stillness, camera on tripod, the moment unhurried. One long exposure on medium-format black-and-white film captured what I could not name. In the studio, I shaped the chiaroscuro by hand, layering tone and shadow until the image recalled the breath I felt between her and the dawn.
Printed as a hand-toned archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, each impression is part of a strictly limited edition of 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs.
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