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What endures does not resist. It listens.

At the western threshold of Preah Khan, where the sacred moat breathes mist into the still-dark hour, a single guardian keeps watch. Not with ferocity, but with stillness. The Deva—one arm weathered, the other gentled by time—leans toward the unknown with a tenderness sculpted by centuries. Yet both arms remain. They still cradle the coiled naga Vasuki, not as symbol, but as act of quiet memory.

Lucas Varro stood in that hush, knowing the image would not arrive through effort. The exposure, captured on medium-format black-and-white film, took in the breath of mist, the worn grace of stone, the slow turning of night into memory. Later, in the studio, chiaroscuro techniques helped draw forth the depth the light had whispered. Hand-toning added warmth, not colour—a gesture of reverence. The print was not made. It was kept.

Where Silence Keeps Watch is offered as an archival pigment print on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, in a limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs. Each print is signed and numbered on the border recto. The edition is small. The presence is not.

This is not a record of Angkor. It is its breath, shaped in silver.


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