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“The path is not to the temple, but through the unseen.”

The western causeway of Angkor Wat stretches into a breath that has not yet begun.  This is not a road of arrival.  It is a rite of vanishing.

Lucas Varro crossed the gopura in darkness, entering a space where clouds held their silence and the naga balustrades curved toward something more than architecture.  The towers, still veiled in sky, did not assert themselves.  They listened.  And so did the artist.

The photograph Threshold of the Gods was exposed on large format black-and-white film using a long exposure—each step of the process a devotional act.  In the darkroom, the image was shaped through classical chiaroscuro techniques, then toned by hand to preserve the hush and shadow of the moment.

This is not a picture of the temple.  It is the moment before the temple becomes visible.

Within the Spirit of Angkor series, Threshold of the Gods serves as the liminal beginning.  The point at which the viewer does not look upon the sacred, but begins to enter it.  The silence in this image is not absence—it is presence awaiting form.

The print itself is a meditation in permanence and breath.  An archival pigment print on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, hand-toned by the artist and offered in a strictly limited edition of 25 + 2 Artist’s Proofs.  Each one is a gesture of care.  Each one a quiet invocation.

This is a companion for those who recognize that light does not always arrive to illuminate.  Sometimes, it waits—just beyond the veil.


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