The French photographic magazine OPENEYE publishes in its year-end issue a portfolio of each of its collaborators.
Marcel Boi’s, particularly seduced us.
Here it is with the text by Jean Paul Gavard-Perret.
Marcel Boi : a certain smile
Nothing helps: Marcel Boi ignores the favorable weather. Holidaymakers care, but for him who runs the show, he is amused. He censor anything that could refer to unwanted light.
Does this prove that – like the author of these lines – Marcel Boi hates vacations and obligatory idleness? In any event and whatever the existential root of such a bias, the gray of gray images.
The photographer cultivates a playful deceptive art far from any nostalgia. This in no way prevents captivating or even moving, but also offer a certain smile. By a mixture of reality and striking through Marcel Boi offers an impertinent work of de-figuation of the landscape. It partially empties the space of the bloated range of colors.
Hence a vision that by isolating the sun proves that whoever we are, we are everywhere as much as we are nowhere. And on the seaside where a priori the major visual clichés are taken, the absence of sun, water and its shimmers no longer risks burning our eyes.
Marcel Boi does not succumb to the attraction of dream landscapes. He only aims to incise a defect in the breastplate by a derealization with filtering. The ecstasy of the world comes from leaving it the distance and experiencing how this distance can speak.
Images of the world, a re replaced by a frame where humor retains its place. The work undoes the coalescences and what was hitherto glorified dissipates. It is a way of reinforcing and exasperating the very discreet grotesque of situations.
In this sense the funny images of the photographer are a bit pathetic. They include the being to its void We must therefore remain in his company on such a threshold. Seen, from there, these nothings which for many are pitifully and pitilessly everything. We want to say: serve them right. But a certain Christian charity prevents such nonsense. Especially since those who are there are our fellows, our brothers.