Where Silence Takes Form and Flight
“To sculpt is to persuade silence to take form.” — Khmer maxim
In the hour before light sharpens, she stands—an apsara balanced between realms. Her figure, carved with breath-like precision, is not confined by the stone. She belongs to both time and what is beyond it.
Lucas Varro approached her before the jungle stirred, under a sky thick with cloud and reverence. The decision to remove colour was not stylistic—it was devotional. Black-and-white film allows silence to speak more clearly, and shadow to reveal not absence, but presence.
The exposure was long—eight minutes of stillness entrusted to silver grain. In the studio, chiaroscuro was shaped by hand, the artist guiding tone as one might guide a prayer. The hand-toned print emerged not as reproduction, but as remembrance.
The image is intimate, yet infinite. The apsara stands not as an object, but as a gesture of the sacred made visible. Her fingers curve toward a mystery the temple still keeps.
Within the Spirit of Angkor series, this photograph serves as a hinge between grandeur and quiet—reminding us that sanctity often leans inward. Where towers rise, she listens. Where stone erodes, she endures.
Each print is an archival pigment impression on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, hand-toned and signed on the recto. The edition is strictly limited to twenty-five prints and two Artist’s Proofs.
To welcome her is to welcome the hush she carries.
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Banteay Srei Temple, Angkor, Cambodia — 2022
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
34.3 x 22.9 inches (87.1 x 58.2 cm)
The first breath of dawn slips through the jungle and finds her waiting—an apsara hewn from rose sandstone, poised as if the next beat of the drum might set her free. Around her, carved foliage curls like held incense smoke, and the corridor listens for centuries already passed.
In this recess of Banteay Srei, silence is not absence but presence: a pulse beneath the lichen, a murmur beneath stone. Hamsas lift her form as if remembering flight, while her fingers echo a gesture the body no longer remembers—but the soul does.
I met her in that breathless stillness, camera cradled like an offering. The sky hung low and grey, yet the air shimmered with presence. I waited until the light settled fully into the moment, then opened the shutter—eight minutes of reverence entrusted to film.
Crafted on medium-format black-and-white film, the negative was shaped using chiaroscuro and gently hand-toned to recover the warmth of that dawn hush. Each print is made on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, museum-grade and soft to the eye. The edition is strictly limited to twenty-five prints, with two Artist’s Proofs.
Receive her quiet radiance as a threshold of reflection.
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