I requested these images a year ago during their exhibition in Marseille.
I received them last Saturday.
The author hides behind the name BBY.
And his text is just as cryptic:
In each of our ways of existing, we are always confronted with the question of How does it work?
Every machine is made to work, just like man. It is like him, it is the same, even a device, a system that is sometimes sumptuous, according to the dictionary. So, it must work and maintain its appearance. Like him. And even more so. Presevation, maintenance, and repair ensure the saving of this vital principle for both him and her. Thus, it attracts vocations and professions, professional and non-professional skills that require suitable spaces. These range from the clinic to the cellar, depending on the means. Thus, the garage has always served to protect carriages and horses. These became mechanical, and the instruments for their maintenance followed suit. The mechanic became the medium, the sorcerer who knows how to speak to machines and make them speak.
So, beyond the official mechanical health organizations, shamans operate in their lairs and in the social intimacy of their partners and onlookers; they officiate the Repair, like a cult of resurrection where the hand and the tool operate together. Cars, motorcycles, and other machines find a second or third life there. They work “as before” and reappear in the light.
This social intimacy is BBY’s very goal. His sympathetic photographer’s eye shows us what he sees and, above all, invites us to participate.
In the work of photographer BBY, there is an invitation to participate in the scenes of life that his sensitivity chooses through intimate resonance.
Jieleff
https://bby.photo/
Instagram: @bby.photos
BBY is a black and/or white photographer, and I’m looking for a publisher to create a book.
