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Looks like an explorer, works like a miner It’s a common joke amongst art world professionals. If you encounter an object in the streets
and you can’t figure out what it is or what it’s used for, it’s probably contemporary art. On the
one hand, this is an in-crowd dig at the type of art thrown together from left-overs found in
dusty studio corners or actual garbage that make it into newspaper columns when the cleaning
crew at an art fair mistakes them for what they were and disposes of them with the rest of the
rubbish. On the other hand, it recognizes the evocative potential of everyday, and often
anonymous objects, the stuff that is sloppily strewn around in the public spaces we navigate. Few have an eye for these objects as keen as Bram Braam. The city is this Berlin-based
sculptor and former graffiti artist’s natural habitat. It’s his source of inspiration and generous
supplier of resources. He roams the streets daily, constantly taking in the surroundings that
inform and shape his practice. It’s not people he’s interested in, but the stuff they’ve designed,
planned, bought, built, cherished, neglected, trashed and discarded. Braam is fascinated by the
material legacy of urban human life, the traces of activities and decisions that have the
potential to become something quite different when left behind. Braam partly operates as an explorer, discovering unexpected poetry in a combination of
shapes and materials, the aesthetic of the often overlooked mundane. He finds and
photographs corroded quays, abandoned construction sites, vandalized sculptures and
clumsily installed signage. But his practice is not only about attention for this type of detail
and bringing it to light. It’s also about adding to this perspective. Braam is a miner, not just an
explorer and he wrenches his finds from the pavements or empty lots and carries them to his
studio where they serve as raw material for his art. By combining, rearranging, stacking, amputating and shuffling the booty of his street
combing trips, Braam creates sculptures that may look like something off the streets but
simultaneously feel elevated from that context. The works ooze an accidental attractiveness
that feels familiar, but is in fact the result of meticulously executed compositions. The aptly
titled Does Coincidence Really Exist (2017) illustrates this nicely. At first glance it looks like
a discarded piece of plastic piping curled up like a snake or, for those periodically inclined, an industrial version of a reclining nude. On closer inspection, however, it turns out to be cast, a lot heavier than the original piping and quite useless for laying cables. While Braam uses objets trouvés, his works are not readymades. He processes and alters the material to such an extent that it can’t – like a readymade – be returned to its original context and seamlessly resume its function. There’s a leftover aura of functionality nevertheless. The metal grate and handrails in Function Follows Form (2018) bring to mind air conditioning and
stairs leading to an underground station, but grafted onto a cement column their ergonomic or
infrastructural qualities dissolve. They become signifiers without referents, introducing a new
way of relating to them. The user becomes a viewer and his body, which used
to interact with these objects as lowly aids, now circles and scans them as volumes on par
with itself. The loss of function or functional transformation is often the result of combining different,
often disparate elements. Braam doesn’t go as far as the surrealist ‘chance encounter of a
sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table’ but he does have a penchant for
reversals, categorical switches and the cold fusion of unlikely partners. In Simulacrum (2019)
what looks like a pedestal is elevated to the level of a statue while sinking into a base that
half-heartedly plays its part, absorbing a bright orange dustbin and sporting a handrail on top.
It triggers a mild but persistent form of cognitive confusion. What should be at the bottom is
in the middle, constituting the body of the work, so to say. And the parts promising meaning
and functionality have been reduced to the role of armour and halo. Braam doesn’t aim for complete alienation, however. He never fully severs the connection
with urban reality. In this respect his work calls to mind the artistic preferences of Jan van
Schoonhoven, who was fond of making rubbings of manhole covers and incorporated the
shape of church columns and beams into his pristinely white wall reliefs. Or Piet Mondrian’s
famous last work Victory Boogie Woogie, in which the dynamics of New York life are
embodied by swinging patches of paint echoed by the patterned steel grid of Braam’s Berlin
Boogie Woogie (2022).
Braam is interested in the cityscape’s seemingly organic development: the way things appear,
dilapidate and disappear. Like the mopeds that are used for Modern Mutants (2022): once
someone’s proud possession, now fallen into neglect and crushed by the unrelenting forces of
time and progress. The Flow of History (2018) takes things one step further. This excision of a wall with cracks,
discolouration, abraded areas and traces of oxidation is nothing less than a giant logbook of
communal acts. Youths have leaned against it, dogs marked their territories on it, posters were
stuck to its surface and nails were driven into its core. Passers-by have touched it, leaving the
sweat of their palms and injecting the wall with molecular traces of their presence. Lifting this
piece of material history from its natural surroundings, Braam does something similar to what
Nouveaux Realists such as Jacques Villegié did in the 1950s. Villegié collected torn posters
from the streets of Paris, highlighting the poetry of interacting layers in an art form he called
décollage or lacéré anonyme. The Frenchman considered these works the result of the crowd’s
anarchy and saw himself as a curator rather than an artist. In this case, the same could be said of Braam. Rather than creating the image, he found and
framed it. It’s the work of an explorer. But as always with him, this did not suffice for long.
Like Gordon Matta-Clark, who attacked buildings with a chainsaw and blowtorch to make
‘anarchitecture’, Braam started cutting up walls and other architectural elements to rearrange
their remains as wall reliefs, large and small. The act of destruction is followed by
reconstruction, like the endless cycle of life, but by putting his creations behind plexiglass the
artist halts progress and freezes time. Few works better illustrate this than Tesserae (2018),
with its horizontal layers of walls that look like a core sample from an archaeological site. While works like The Flow of History and Tesserae depend on more or less lucky finds at the
frayed edges of the metropolis’ hubbub, Braam started creating his own raw materials stuck as
he was in his studio during the Covid lockdowns. Spray-painting then filling mallets with cement imitated the wear and tear of time. The unpredictable way paint adheres to and interacts with the cement added an element of randomness and a touch of authenticity. This newly developed technique created a form of ‘instant history’. The Flow of Present (2020) insinuates stories from a past but goes beyond the particular expression of Berlin, evoking a more global and universal experience of urbanity. The Flow of Present not only reaches across time, but also transcends media, as do many of
Braam’s works. He playfully combines painting with sculpture and gladly adds to the
categorical confusion by throwing some stickers into the mix. When looking at And it Sounds
a Little Bit Like This (2022) one could wonder: is it a three-dimensional painting, a sculpture
acting like a canvas or an artefact with mysterious applications? This hybrid nature is also present in As if (2017), a collection of rocks which were halved and
reconstructed using a 3D-printed polymer. The bright orange addition, in a way reminiscent of
the dustbin in Simulacrum, poses as a man-made improvement on nature. It’s more attractive
and less susceptible to erosion, but its hyper-realism also feels awkward and even a bit creepy.
At an underlying, more reflective level, this holds true for almost Braam’s entire body of
work. The raw materials the artist uses to compose his works are mostly the artificial products
of a political-economic system that has increasingly proven itself unsustainable and is driving
us off the cliff of existence. However, particularly in cities, the epitome of the cultural realm
where we’re surrounded by our own industrial output, we tend to forget or downplay the role
of nature, even though we’re part of it and can’t live without it. Braam touches on the dilemmas and pitfalls of urban existence without being blatantly
obvious about ecological welfare or our impending, mass consumption-driven, doom. His
series Outgrowth combines a tree trunk and elements of architectural hardware. The living
organism may look like it’s hemmed in and literally cornered where it’s destined to wither
away and die. But opposite to this this reading of the work as the brutal domination of
culture over nature, one could also envision the tree growing out of and on top of the rubble
of our civilization. This sense of ambiguity lies at the heart of Braam’s work. His art can simultaneously be many different things as well as none at all. It exists in between the functional and the useless, fact and fiction, the identifiable and the unrecognizable, nature and culture, destruction and creation. Although it’s from the streets, it’s definitely not street art, but rather sculpture in a contemporary guise. The classic interaction between volume and space becomes a play with volumes reflecting on public space and our position in it. and fiction, the identifiable and the unrecognizable, (UNRECOGNISABLE) nature and culture, destruction and creation. Although it’s from the streets, it’s definitely not street art, but rather (RATHER A) sculpture in a contemporary guise. The classic interaction between volume and space becomes a play with volumes reflecting on public space and our position in it.