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“What endures is not untouched form, but the silence that holds it.”

She leans forward—not to move, but to remember.  Carved into the rainworn sandstone of Preah Khan Temple, the apsara depicted in Grace in the Stone appears suspended between dance and dissolution.  Her gesture, once crisp, is now a softened echo—but still it speaks.

Preah Khan was built as a monastic complex, a sacred axis of learning and compassion.  Within this vast stone labyrinth, Lucas Varro found not monument, but breath.  The figure he encountered in the temple’s western gallery had been smoothed by decades of monsoon and time.  Her form was not preserved—it was transfigured.

The photograph was made using a large-format camera and exposed just before dawn.  The long exposure allowed the low light to write itself across the surface of the film.  Later, in the studio, the image was hand-toned using classical chiaroscuro methods, not to dramatize, but to restore the emotional weight of what light had touched.

Grace in the Stone marks a turning inward within the Spirit of Angkor series.  From monumental guardians and cosmic towers, the lens moves here to a solitary presence—weathered, quiet, enduring.  Her grace is not that of survival, but of surrender.  It is a grace shaped by loss, not in spite of it.

This is a portrait of presence.  Of what still breathes when most has faded.

The print is offered as a hand-toned archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, in a strictly Limited Edition of 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs held in the studio archive.  Each impression is signed, numbered, and accompanied by a certificate.

What you hold is not merely a photograph.  It is a silence that continues.


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