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“In silence, the divine becomes visible.”

There are moments when the sacred reveals itself not as light, but as silence. The Silence That Ascends is such a moment—received by the artist in stillness, shaped later in reverence.

A solitary bird lifts through the courtyard of Angkor Wat, its wings arcing over rain-darkened steps that rise toward the sanctuary’s five towers. The stones glisten with stormlight. The towers do not announce themselves—they wait. The bird passes silently between.

Photographed by Lucas Varro on medium format black-and-white film, this image was later refined by hand using classical chiaroscuro methods. The shadows were coaxed gently into presence; the light, allowed to breathe. Each print is hand-toned by the artist in the quiet of his studio, a devotional act mirroring the moment’s original hush.

Printed on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, this edition is strictly limited to 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs. Each is signed and numbered by the artist on border recto.

But this is not merely a print.

It is a stillness made visible—a place where presence does not pass, but waits. With each breath, the viewer may hear what the stone has not forgotten. The bird is gone. The silence remains.

Collectors of this work receive not only the photograph, but a full companion folio: a Certificate of Authenticity, a printed facsimile of the original Chalk Study, and reflective journal texts from the field—each shaped to honour what cannot be spoken, only shared.

The Silence That Ascends belongs not on a wall, but within a threshold—an opening into what listens beneath the visible.


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