Stillness in the Shape of Shelter
“He shelters not from weather, but from forgetting.”
In the quiet interior of East Mebon Temple, a Buddha sits beneath the hood of a coiled naga. The figure is stained, timeworn, imperfect—and radiantly intact. His gesture is Dhyana Mudra: one hand for enlightenment, the other for illusion. The thumbs touch in silent union.
Above him, the serpent Muchilinda curls into protection. Not fierce. Not dramatic. The shelter is quiet. The stillness complete.
Lucas Varro encountered this moment as a listener, not a seeker. There had been rain the night before. The air was dense with scent. The stone beneath his feet was slick, and the silence had weight. The Buddha did not call to be seen. He asked only to be received.
The artist worked with medium-format black-and-white film. The exposure was long—slow enough to let the hush reveal itself. In the darkroom, chiaroscuro shaping gave voice to the dim interior light. Each print is hand-toned with devotion, guided not by formula but by breath.
The Stillness That Shelters Light is one of the inward keystones of the Spirit of Angkor series. It does not explain the sacred. It listens for it. It does not portray stillness. It shelters it.
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This museum-grade pigment print is hand-toned on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper—a material chosen for its organic warmth and spiritual tactility. The edition is strictly limited to 25 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs, each signed and numbered by the artist on the border recto.
To live with this work is to live with a kind of silence that stays.
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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.
Phimeanakas and the Goddess of Sovereignty
Within the Royal Enclosure of Angkor Thom stands Phimeanakas—the Celestial Palace. More than a monument, it is a myth made stone: where kings bowed to the goddess of the land, and sovereignty meant surrender. A contemplative meditation on sacred architecture, divine right, and the quiet power that still lives between the stones.
$250
East Mebon Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2020
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)
A Buddha rests in the sanctum of East Mebon Temple, still beneath the hooded coil of a naga. The stone is weathered. The light, faint. And yet, something here endures—not in form, but in stillness.
This is not the stillness of death, but of shelter. A breath held in stone. A silence that has chosen to remain.
Captured on medium-format black-and-white film, the exposure was slow, shaped more by reverence than composition. In the studio, chiaroscuro techniques guided the image’s depth and dimension. Each print was hand-toned to echo the warmth and inwardness felt in the moment of capture.
This signed and numbered work is printed as an archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, offered in a strictly limited edition of 25 with 2 Artist’s Proofs. The print holds not only image, but presence—a quiet companion for spaces of reflection.
To welcome this image is to allow stillness to shelter the light in you.
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