Long, Bram Bogart enjoyed swimming in the rough waters. The strongest waves did not scare him. His gnarled arms always kept his head above the abyss. Then one day the calm came, was born the form of the formless. But the arms of the painter are as strong as before: they keep, like cooking, the memory of the vanquished thunderstorms. Hence the geometry as a pier, both flexible and tense, which gives the work its unexpectedness. It is a sensual pleasure of seeing so much violence tamed by the very act of painting. The fight takes place, somehow, before our eyes, the bursts are still very close: the geometric shapes that here we are presented on a thick cushion of material that we feel ready to explode. I savored the risk.
— Michel Seuphor