At first, very simply, because it is big. Eighty-one centimeters high, heavy, not easy to handle. For my in-house expeditions, it was never a convenient object. It always required more space, more care, more effort.
But that was not the real reason.
There is an elegance in its rudeness that gave me pleasure from the beginning. The expression is not pleasing. The arms and legs are very thin, almost fragile, while the belly is bulging and heavy. The proportions are not meant to comfort the eye. They create tension.
It is not an object that tries to seduce.
Lobi figures like this one were kept in shrine houses, usually placed slightly aside from the village. Their role was protection. These shrine houses are not clean or ordered places. They are often messy. You can feel the traces of offerings — chicken blood, residue, layers of use accumulated over time.
This figure carries that history quietly.
I also kept it because of its authenticity. Because nothing here has been softened or corrected. Because it has not been made easier to live with.
And yes — because living with it gave me pleasure. Not decorative pleasure, but the pleasure of presence. Of an object that resists you a little, and asks for time.
After many years, I decided it was time to let it go.
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Not everything is easy to sell. Some objects ask you to hesitate first.
At the old border between Benin and Togo, the landscape changes little, but belief changes everything. The line we know today—704 kilometers of straight segments, river bends and coastal lagoons—was not drawn by the Fon priests who worked with spirits. It was the product of 19th-century European treaties between France and Germany, and a precise delimitation in 1912. The boundary endured, even after the Great War stripped Germany of Togoland. In 1960, when Benin and Togo became independent, they inherited the line that had already cut through an older, shared spiritual territory.
It is in this region—the Dahomean heartland of Vodun—that the figure I present today was born.
Unlike the small, easily portable boccio often commissioned for domestic protection, this example belongs to a stronger tradition: a commanding Bo—a ritual mechanism of power. Standing 53 cm high, wrapped in layers of cloth, fiber, and sacrificial matter, this double-headed figure bears the unmistakable signs of long activation. The Fon do not “decorate” their sculptures. They feed them. They bind them. They coax or force invisible entities to work on behalf of the living.
One head appears male, the other female. This polarity is purposeful. In Fon cosmology, a single perspective protects only part of the self. A second head grants more than vision—it grants balance, complementarity, and symmetry of spiritual forces. What one side cannot see or endure, the other can guard or absorb.
The surface of the figure is a vocabulary of ritual history:
Slots and cavities cut into the torso and heads—made for the insertion of medicines, fetish charges, and pharmaco-magical matter.
Feathers and residue of offerings—mute records of sacrifices that nourished the spirit within.
Blue discoloration, rare and telling—blue is a cooling, pacifying color in Vodun. It tempers anger, diminishes sorcery, and calms destructive spirits.
Iron chain, aged and oxidized—iron is the realm of Ogun, a binding metal that traps intrusion, neutralizes malediction, and seals contracts with spirits.
Objects like this are never simply “carved.” They are negotiated into existence by a Vodun priest—often a Fa diviner—who mediates between human need and the spirits’ price. They begin as wood, and only become sacred when charged with what the Fon call bo—the active ingredient of agency. Once animated, they are not touched casually. They are installed, fed, and consulted like an elder or an ally.
Unlike the more portable single-bodied boccio, this work is constructed as two separate human bodies tied together, positioned back to back, each with its own pair of legs. The duality is intentional and operational: the two bodies embody complementary forces and vigilance in opposing directions. They are not a single two-headed persona, but two cooperating entities, bound to address threats arising from multiple fronts.
This figure comes from a South French private collection, far from the shrines or communal spaces where it once stood. Its textile wrappings have hardened into a second skin, and the patina of offerings remains untouched. Nothing about it was made for tourists, salons, or the polite art market. It existed to act.
Collectors who gravitate toward the elegant refinement of Baule figure or the sculptural serenity of Luba figures often pause before a Bo like this one. It asks something different of us. It does not beautify life—it defends it. It does not commemorate the dead—it confronts the living challenges of jealousy, illness, conflict, or injustice.
In the Dahomean world, art and spirit are inseparable. A Boccio or Bo is not a statue with a story; it is the story—an object that has already worked, already taken risks, already absorbed blows meant for its owner.
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