The Library gathers the written works of Lucas Varro — journals of the temples, mythic retellings, contemplative essays, poems, and volumes shaped by shadow, silence, and wonder. Here, words stand beside images as offerings: field notes from Angkor, meditations on sacred stone, old stories rekindled, and reflections carried beyond the visible world.
Within these shelves you will find many rooms: Angkor journals, myth and legend, apsara meditations, contemplative essays, poems, children’s mythic wonder, literary retellings, and quieter devotions of the page. Wander chronologically, enter by theme, or pass through one of the dedicated publication houses now gathered within the wider Library.
For those who wish to follow these paths further, several of these writings continue on Substack and in dedicated archive blogs: The Lantern Chronicles , where myth, legend, contemplative essays, poetry, and other imaginative works are carried onward; The House of Cadmus , where Greek myth and tragedy are reopened through inheritance, violence, fate, and recurrence; The Mytharium , where myth, Tolkien, fairy stories, and old literature are read and retold with seriousness; The Alexander Series , where A. M. Sharp retells Greek myths for children who want to be trusted by stories; and The Hospitable Dark , where A. M. Sharp offers literary myth retellings shaped by darkness, shelter, endurance, and return.
Stone-Root Symphony: A Curatorial Reflection
Root clasps shrine; shrine shelters root. Varro’s long exposure and gold toning reveal their mutual vow, casting permanence and decay as one steady breath. Enter the symphony, and let the wall teach patience to the tree—and to you.
Rain-Chant at the Eastern Gate
Dripping rain, breathing root, listening wall—three voices entwine in a brief haibun. An exposure as slow as prayer steadies their union; a haiku distils the vow they share. Step under the arch and feel the chant continue.
Root, Wall, and the Listening Eye
A single droplet mirrors jungle and shrine. The artist’s note—let light speak first—unfurls into a poem where shadow leans toward root, and dawn releases itself back to stone. Follow the droplet’s fall, and find what remains poised in mid-air.
When Silence Lifts Its First Light
Dawn hovers over Ta Prohm in mist and breath. The artist waits until stone, root, and rainlight meet in one shared silence, then opens the shutter for a single, tremoring prayer—an image that will carry dawn’s hush wherever it dwells. Enter, and listen.