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It was the hour when the light bends low enough to listen. In the "Heavens and Hells" gallery of Angkor Wat, a small register waits above eye level—quiet, unassuming, easily missed. It depicts a royal couple welcomed into the heavens, flanked by two kneeling figures whose open palms receive more than ceremony. They receive light itself.

Lucas Varro stood there at the close of day. The sun, filtered through jungle and distance, struck the sandstone not directly, but as reflection. What followed was not documentation—it was reverence. A single long exposure on medium-format black-and-white film held the breath of that moment.

The artist would later return to the image slowly. Through classical chiaroscuro, he shaped what the shadow had hidden. Through hand-toning, warmth was given back to the gold the stone once held. The result is not an artefact—it is a threshold.

Where Light Receives the Soul stands at the heart of the Spirit of Angkor series. It offers no spectacle, no narrative climax. What it offers instead is a presence: the still recognition between gesture and grace.

Each print is a museum-grade archival pigment impression on Hahnemühle Bamboo paper, individually hand-toned and signed by the artist. The edition is strictly limited to 25, with 2 Artist’s Proofs.

To welcome this work is to live with a corridor of hush and flame—
a moment that continues to arrive.


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