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.
