In the hush that follows ruin, some shout; others whisper. Boi Tran paints. The Élégantes de Hue, seven women in flowing áo dài, do not ask to be seen; they endure, as Hue endured. Wounded, quiet, and radiant. Their beauty is not spectacle, but refuge. Melchior Dejouany’s journey into Vietnamese art began not with grandeur, but with the quiet soul of Boi Tran’s lacquer.
Among lacquer and legacy, her work is not loud. It is lasting.
French collector Melchior Dejouany once called discovering pictorial lacquer “one of the most beautiful revelations” of his life. That revelation began with a painting by Boi Tran, luminous, quiet, and unforgettable, seen at Christie’s Hong Kong in 2012. In her layered technique, he found something deeper: feeling, stillness, soul. Her work opened not just a door into Vietnamese art, but into a story, one that continues across generations, bound by vision, tenderness, and the quiet power of beauty that travels and connects across oceans.
The Melchior Dejouany Collection showcases the brilliance of Vietnamese masters: Nguyen Gia Tri’s layered lacquer dreams, Le Pho’s elegant silks, and Vu Cao Dam’s poetic forms. And yet, it began with a single painting by Boi Tran, a quiet work of lacquer that spoke not of grandeur, but of grace. It was her voice, contemporary, contemplative, deeply human, that first drew him in. Among legends, her presence is not loud; it is luminous.
In December 1999, a letter arrived from Christie’s, full of grace. It crossed borders to honour a pioneering art gallery in Hue, where Boi Tran had quietly nurtured not just art, but meaning. At a time when few heard the voices of contemporary Vietnam, her gallery had already become a sanctuary of beauty, memory, and soul.
The letter was not a headline. It was something rarer: a moment of quiet recognition.
And from that stillness, Hue began to speak. And the world began to listen.
Boi Tran, the only Vietnamese female artist, has her work presented in this exceptional sale.
There is no place without a history. There is no history without a place. There are places without measure, and histories beyond all time. Elegant moments and secret places. Patches of eternity and jolted thoughts.
To verify this, one must know Boi Tran.
