When Light Becomes Memory
The jungle was quietening. Leaves hung as if they had been listening all day. The gate loomed before me—not with grandeur, but with breath. Its carved edges blurred slightly in the low light, softened not by shadow, but by remembering.
She stood above, just visible through the hush. A devata held in high relief—serene, composed, offering not a motion, but the residue of one. Her hand lifted a blossom, and in that gesture, something ancient stirred. Not beauty. Not symbolism. Presence.
It was as if the stone had once been fire and still remembered how to burn. I stood beneath her long enough to forget the time, the gear, the process. Only when the light reached her cheek did I move. The tripod legs pressed gently into the earth. I adjusted the camera, not to frame her, but to listen. Long exposure was not a technique—it was a way to breathe with her.
What entered the lens was not light. It was memory. What left the shutter was not sound. It was silence.
In the studio, months later, I did not print her. I invited her forward. Shaped the shadows she knew. Lifted gold where her fire had once lived.
the blossom still lifts
though the sun has long since passed—
the fire that remains
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Hands of the Sculptor — The Craft as Meditation
In the hush of the galleries, the sculptor listens rather than strikes.
Each breath, each measured blow, opens silence a little further.
Unfinished reliefs reveal the moment when mastery becomes meditation—
when patience itself is carved into being,
and the dust that falls at a mason’s feet becomes the residue of prayer.
The Asura Within
At the gates of Angkor Thom, gods and demons share a single serpent.
Across this bridge of struggle the pilgrim learns that the asura is not evil but unfinished — the restless force within each of us still grasping for light.
To cross the naga is to balance passion with compassion, struggle with stillness, shadow with dawn.
Garuda and the Serpent · Flight and Surrender
Between Garuda’s wings and the Nāga’s coils, Angkor breathes its oldest truth: flight and surrender are one motion. In the carvings where sky and water entwine, the pilgrim learns that freedom depends upon gravity, and that stillness itself is a kind of flight.
$270
Angkor Wat Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2018
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
11.5 x 5.8 inches (29.2 x 14.7 cm)
Evening gathers at the western gate of Angkor Wat. The stone no longer reflects the sun—it releases what it remembers. A devata lifts her hand in timeless offering, her gesture poised not in motion, but in presence.
In this contemplative image from the Spirit of Angkor series, Lucas Varro captures one of the temple’s most radiant carvings—her form framed by a palace of flame-leaf scrolls and crowned by a silent kala.
The photograph was exposed on large-format black-and-white negative film beneath the golden hush of day. In the artist’s studio, classical chiaroscuro shaping revealed her presence, and a final hand-toned veil of gold summoned the light she once held.
This strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs is printed on museum-grade Hahnemühle Bamboo paper. Each print is signed, numbered, and individually finished by the artist, making every impression a unique act of reverent craftsmanship.
The blossom she offers is not for the eye, but for the soul.
To step into the moment behind the image, click here to explore the Artist’s Journal.
