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There are corridors in Angkor Wat where the world narrows. Light becomes thought. Footsteps sound like breath. I followed that hush to the Battle of Kurukshetra panel, letting the noise of history fall behind me. And there he was—drawn not in colour or word, but in gesture.
A single figure, surrounded by war, yet alone in rhythm. He moved not to lead, nor to flee, but to offer something between both—a shape of devotion, carved before erasure. I didn’t speak. I only watched, until the form inside me matched the form he held.
I exposed the film in that silence. The rest came later—tones built slowly, by hand, from the ache of the moment that never finished.
mid-step in still stone—
no name left for his silence,
but he still dances

1 min read
This poem listens to Angkor not as ruin, but as grammar—where moss, shadow, and proportion carry devotion forward without spectacle. What endures here is not glory, but measure: a way of standing that no longer needs witnesses.

3 min read
At harvest, the danger is not hunger but forgetting how to listen.
This folklore retelling speaks of drums struck for silence, of grain taken without gratitude, and of a narrow figure who does not punish—only waits. A tale of pacts made not with spirits, but with attention itself.

2 min read
A lost city sleeps in the jungle, its thresholds carved with serpents — not ornament, but law. This vow-poem enters love as sacred hunger: desire as guardianship, devotion as possession, the body speaking without language. A liturgy of heat, roots, rain, and the terrible tenderness of being claimed.
Angkor Wat Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2020
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
Edition
Strictly limited to 25 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Medium
Hand-toned black-and-white archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo — a museum-grade fine art paper chosen for its quiet tactility and reverent depth, echoing the spirit of the temples.
Signature & Numbering
Each print is individually signed and numbered by the artist on the border (recto)
Certificate of Authenticity
Accompanies every print
Image Size
8 x 8 inches (20.3 x 20.3 cm)
In the hush of Angkor Wat’s storm-washed corridors, a lone dancer stirs the stone. He is carved into the great Mahabharata relief—a Kaurava soldier, mid-stride, one hand lifted not in violence, but in invocation. Though his fate is sealed, the gesture endures.
The wall around him surges with warriors, yet this figure holds the eye. His pose is graceful, vital, filled with a beauty that mourns its own vanishing. He dances not for triumph, but for remembrance—for the spark that flickers just before it is lost.
Lucas Varro encountered this moment in silence, and rendered it with equal care. Captured on large format black-and-white film with a long exposure, the negative was later shaped using classical chiaroscuro techniques. Each print is hand-toned by the artist to coax forth the radiance buried in the stone.
This is a museum-quality archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper. The edition is strictly limited to 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs. Signed and numbered on border recto, each piece is crafted as a contemplative threshold.
He lifted his hand,
and the centuries stood still.
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