Where Stone Still Breathes - A Meditation on The Bayon
Meditation: The Stillness That Remains
Stone breathes in the light—
a silence older than sleep
watches us watching.
There are moments in Angkor when the veil between what is seen and what is felt grows thin. The stone does not merely reflect the morning light—it holds it, as if remembering something older than time.
I stood between two faces: one cloaked in shadow, the other aglow with the first breath of day. They were not ruins. They were witnesses—vast, unblinking presences that had outlasted kingdoms, monsoons, the sweep of empires and silence of centuries. In that hour, they were not monuments to the past, but thresholds into something holy and ongoing.
This image is not about what the eye can see. It is about what the soul can sense when it slows enough to listen. In the hush between these faces lives a kind of remembering—not of history, but of essence. A smile not fully formed, yet more enduring than speech. A gaze not directed outward, but inward, toward the eternal.
What remains in the end is not the sandstone, nor the architecture, but the stillness they carry. A stillness that does not fade, but deepens.
This photograph was made in that moment.
Not as a record,
but as a gesture of devotion.
Where Stone Still Breathes
Bayon, AngkorAt first light—
a face in shadow,
a face in grace.They do not speak.
They endure.Not carved,
but summoned
by centuries of silence—
lips softened by rain,
eyes closed beneath
the weight of vanished prayers.Here,
time does not pass.
It gathers.Stillness becomes
the final gesture,
the last word
never spoken.And the smile—
half-formed,
half-remembered—
remains.As if the stone
were still
becoming light.
Artist’s Field Journal
Bayon, Angkor — 2018
Early Morning Light | Medium Format | B&W Film
The temple awoke in whispers.
Before the sun breached the canopy, I stood in silence beneath the watchful stone. Two faces—one veiled in shadow, the other aglow with the pale breath of morning—met in quiet dialogue. Not carved, it seemed, but conjured from the ether of devotion and rain-worn centuries.
The nearer visage, steeped in time’s gentle erosion, bore the weight of countless dawns—its softened lips pressing toward speech, yet never breaking the vow of stillness. The farther face, radiant and eternal, hovered like a memory returning: serene, benevolent, impossibly alive.
Between them, a hush.
A space where breath once passed.
This was not architecture. It was apparition. A convergence of spirit and stone. I framed the moment not as a document, but as a prayer—an act of reverence for something that cannot be named without diminishing it.
Bayon does not offer itself to the impatient. She yields only to those who return, again and again, until the walls no longer appear as ruins but as thresholds—portals through which the sacred still flows.
In this frame: the stillness that watches us back.
In this light: the soul of Angkor, exhaled before vanishing again.
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Field Note: Blue Hour at Angkor
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$260
Bayon 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
8 x 8 inches (20.3 x 20.3 cm)
Dawn gathers in Bayon’s corridors like water in a stone bowl, cool and unhurried. Two faces emerge—one cloaked in the last breath of night, the other brushed by the first silver syllable of morning. Their exchange seems less carving than thought made visible.
In this suspended hush, centuries contract to the width of a heartbeat. The terrace beneath me belongs to no empire, only to presence: stone inhaling light, exhaling stillness.
I pressed the shutter only when my breathing matched the temple’s. Medium-format black-and-white film accepted the moment’s slow cadence; in the darkroom I polished shadow and glow as one turns prayer beads, until compassion stirred within the grains. Hand-toning followed, gifting each print its own quiet pulse.
This strictly limited edition of twenty-five prints (with two Artist’s Proofs) rests on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper whose warm fibers cradle silver and carbon like earth cradles seed. Signed, numbered, and accompanied by a certificate of authenticity, each piece is a silent threshold of reflection.
May it find the wall where your own silence waits.
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Previously titled ‘Face Towers I, Bayon Temple, Angkor, Cambodia. 2018,’ this photograph has been renamed to better reflect its place in the series and its spiritual tone. The edition, provenance, and authenticity remain unchanged.
