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Sanctuary of Meaning · Journal Article
Before the light of the world can be seen,
it must choose its own darkness.
—from a field note, Bayon Temple
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There is a silence in the temples of Angkor—a silence not of absence, but of restraint. One feels it most acutely walking the long colonnades of narrative relief, where myth and memory have been coaxed into stone. Here, the gods speak in gesture and curvature, the deeds of kings unfurl like banners in the wind, and the stories of the Buddha—when they appear—do so in a hush that breathes eternity.
It is this hush that lingers, even before great tales.
Unlike the exuberant narrative cycles of Indian or Javanese stone, Khmer reliefs seldom depict the Buddha’s miraculous birth, his first words, or even his First Sermon beneath the Bodhi tree. What the Khmer chose to carve—and more significantly, what they chose to leave uncarved—offers a quiet revelation. They did not omit out of neglect, but out of spiritual precision.
As I shape my images within these sacred halls, I find myself drawn not only to what is present, but to the invisible lattice of meaning beneath the visible surface. The spaces between stories. The omissions that illuminate. Again and again, I return in meditation to the early life of Siddhartha Gautama—the celestial prologue before the path begins.
What the stone does not show, the soul must remember.
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The stories that are carved—at Bayon, Banteay Chhmar, and in the sacred enclosures of the Post-Bayon period—offer rare glimpses: the Great Departure, Mara’s Temptation, the Victory over Illusion. They are moments of rupture and awakening, shaped during the twilight of the 12th and the dawn of the 13th century. But the rest—the origin light—is left unspoken.
To glimpse it, one must turn to ancient scrolls now lost, and to echoes within the Buddhacarita and Lalitavistara—texts born centuries after the Buddha’s passing, yet carrying the breath of his mythic memory.
From these we learn: the story of the Buddha does not begin on earth. It begins in the heavens.
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In the serene realm of the Tushita gods, bodhisattvas wait in luminous stillness—poised for their final descent. It is not the gods who decree the birth of a Buddha, but the bodhisattva himself who gazes into the currents of time, searching the world for its readiness. He chooses the era, the land, the lineage… and the womb.
So it was that Queen Mayadevi, of the quiet Shakya clan, dreamt of a white elephant entering her side—radiant, majestic, and serene. The child that followed was not born through struggle, but through vision. Beneath a flowering sal tree in the grove of Lumbini, the queen gave birth standing, supported by a branch bowed in reverence. The infant emerged from her side painlessly, as if descending from heaven itself. Seven lotus blossoms unfolded beneath his feet as he took his first steps. Then, raising one hand to the sky, he declared: This is my final birth. I shall awaken.
The Khmer did not carve this.
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What would it mean to walk through Angkor Wat and see these celestial beginnings etched in stone? A prince radiant as dawn. A dream pierced by a white elephant. A sage weeping in reverence before a child’s golden limbs, reading the signs of liberation in the whorls of his feet.
But these visions remain uncarved.
The sculptors of Angkor turned their chisels elsewhere—not toward birth or infancy, but toward renunciation, clarity, and compassion made visible. They shaped the later path: the temptations resisted, the Mara vanquished, the boundless mercy extended into the world. The sacred geometry of Mount Meru, the rhythms of cosmology, and the pathways of enlightenment—these endure. But the first pages of the story are left for the spirit to complete.
In this way, the life of the Buddha in Khmer stone becomes a moon reflected in water: incomplete, luminous, and defined by what it does not show.
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And yet the early stories remain—not in sandstone, but in breath and remembrance. The seer Asita, who foretold that the child would abandon his kingdom and ignite the world with truth. The mother who passed into heaven seven days after his birth, and the aunt who raised him as her own. The boy whose splendour hid from him the sorrows of the world, until one day, he stepped beyond the palace gates, and everything changed.
Seven lotus blooms—
and the child walked through heaven
before touching earth.
I have stood before the reliefs of Bayon, camera in hand, and felt these uncarved beginnings pressing through the stone. They are the breath before the mantra, the silence before the drum. Their absence is not a void, but a veil—gossamer, glowing, and deliberately drawn.
Perhaps this is the deeper offering of Khmer sacred art: not to reveal all, but to evoke what cannot be said.
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In the hush of the uncarved, the spirit remembers.
Photographs from the Spirit of Angkor series by Lucas Varro
Among the broken corridors and sacred chambers of Angkor, the Buddha endures—not in proclamation, but in presence. Carved in stone with infinite quietude, these figures gaze not outward, but inward, inviting the viewer to step into a silence beyond time. Faces worn smooth by centuries of wind and devotion, hands resting in the mudra of stillness or blessing—each image is less a monument than a meditation.
At Angkor, Buddhist carvings reveal a shift in the sacred landscape: from conquest to compassion, from power to peace. Whether nestled in shadowed niches or centred beneath naga hoods, these Buddhas do not speak—but they remain. Radiant in erosion. Unmoving in light.
In this contemplative collection from the Spirit of Angkor series, Lucas Varro brings his large and medium format analogue cameras into intimate dialogue with these carved sanctities. Each photograph—shaped through long exposure, chiaroscuro, and hand-toning—honours not only the image of the Buddha, but the awareness it embodies. A gaze returned through stone. A breath suspended in dust and gold.
Printed in limited editions on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, each work is accompanied by a Collector’s Print Package including poetic writings, curatorial insights, and field notes from the artist’s silent encounters with the sacred.
This is a collection of sacred stillness—where the Buddha is not only carved in stone, but revealed in light.
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