After a painting of Bram Bogart (1921-2012)
at the exhibition Tabula Rasa’, Beetsterzwaag, 2018

With mountains of paint, sand and cement,
sauvage, sauvage, the painter has almost kissed

the painter goodbye, space reduced to matter
and emptiness: a flowery landscape set in stone

beyond the hour of the sun’s explosion (bye-bye, Vincent,
bye). Light as hard as the world’s naked beginnings,

with a creeping green blinking between the granite
like creativity emerging from nothing to take flight.

Translation: David Colmer