Where Light Listens Through Stone
The roof was open to the sky—just enough to let the breath of dawn slip between fractured balusters and trace the dust-soft floor. I stood in the hush that holds before sound, before the temple stirs. Columns leaned like memories. And there, carved into shadow, she waited.
She held a lotus. Not aloft. Not posed. Simply present. The tilt of her hips, the downward gaze, the silence carved into the curve of her shoulders—all spoke of listening, not display. I felt myself vanish—not out of absence, but out of reverence. It was not she who emerged. It was the light, remembering how to return.
I let the film open slowly. Not to capture, but to receive. Later, in the darkroom, I shaped what had shaped me. Layer by layer, I coaxed the hush to the surface, as if drawing out a memory without disturbing it.
lotus in her hand—
cool dawn slips through columns
blessing what endures
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$895
Angkor Wat, Angkor, Cambodia — 2020
Limited Edition Archival Pigment Print
Edition
Strictly limited to 7 prints + 2 Artist’s Proofs
Edition Number
This listing is for the first numbered print from the Large Collector Edition: 1/7
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
28 x 28 inches (71.1 x 71.1 cm)
Light arrives as a breath, threading the broken roof of Angkor Wat’s Cruciform Galleries and finding a Devata carved into shadow. A lotus rests in her hand; her gaze bows toward the floor as if listening for a music long withdrawn. For one reverent moment, the centuries loosen their grip.
The corridor—quiet as inhalation—echoes with neither chant nor footfall. Columns recede into darkness, yet the stone figure lifts a tremor of dawn into the heart of the temple. She is remembrance carved into presence.
I met her in that hush. Composed on large-format black-and-white film during a prolonged exposure, the negative gathered silence instead of motion. In the darkroom I coaxed chiaroscuro forward, hand-toning each print until light spoke with the softness I first felt.
Printed on warm-toned Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, this museum-grade archival pigment print is part of a strictly limited edition of twenty-five, with two Artist’s Proofs. Each piece is signed, numbered, and accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity.
A sanctum of stillness for those willing to receive.
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Previously titled ‘Apsara I, Angkor Wat Temple, Cambodia. 2020,’ this photograph has been renamed to better reflect its place in the series and its spiritual tone. The edition, provenance, and authenticity remain unchanged.