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“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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