When Joy Was Carved
Two devatas rise from a courtyard wall left quiet by time. Their gestures speak not in words but in warmth. This curatorial meditation enters the gold where presence becomes joy.
Carved in Joy
Twin devatas stand beneath Angkor’s towers—stone-warm, nearly smiling. In their tilt and lotus curve, joy is not forgotten. It is carved. And still it waits.
The Laughter That Endures
On the second tier of Angkor Wat, laughter moves without sound. Two devatas meet the light not in duty, but in delight. The camera enters gently—and is received.
The Silence Between Sisters
In the quiet courtyard beneath Angkor’s towers, two devatas share a silence warmer than stone. As one leans and the other listens, the light lingers—waiting to be received.
