Litographic workshop since 1896

CLOT, BRAMSEN & GEORGES, today the oldest printing workshop in Paris, was founded by Auguste Clot back in late 18th century, where he was known as the Capital’s finest Art Printer. Not only because of his skills, but also particularly due to way he mixed the various colors in the printing process, the young “Nabis” were attracted and found in Auguste Clot a true and highly professional inspirator. As the predecessors, the Impressionists, Vollard also ordered prints by the young “Nabis” to be a part of his famous graphic albums.

From 1896 the most beautiful works were printed at Clots presses, signed by Degas, Cézanne, Renoir, Sisley, Redon, Bonnard, Vuillard, Signac, Munch, Rodin and many others.

In 1934 André Clot, the son of the founder Auguste Clot succeeded his father as daily leader. In this period, Rouault, Matisse, Denis, Roussel, Guillaumin, Foujita and others had their time in the workshop.

In 1963 the Danish Lithograph, Peter Bramsen, entered the workshop as an Associate. In 1965, together with the founder’s grandson, Dr. Guy Georges, they founded EDITIONS ATELIER CLOT – Publishing Prints. In 1968 the workshop moved to larger premises situated in Rue Vielle du Temple in the center of the Marais district. Again, the old printing workshop succeeded in attracting artists, creating masterpieces on the old stone press. To mention some – Asger Jorn, Alechinsky, Bram Van Velde, Lindström, Wyckaert, Pol Bury, Topor, Arman, Saura, Bjørn Nørgaard, Voss, Toledo, Michaux, Soulages, Calder, Wifredo Lam, and many other well known International artists.

In 1988 Christian Bramsen entered the company as an Associate, and he acted as a guarantee for the high professional standard which was maintained in the fashion with which it had been founded over 100 years ago. Christian Bramsen is Internationally oriented, he arranges retrospective exhibitions all over the world, mostly focusing on a specific artist and his works created at the workshop.

In 2004, Morten Brunholt takes over the representation of the workshop and publishing house in Scandinavia. In 2013, Christian Bramsen and Morten Brunholt set up the Danish publishing house Atelier Clot, Bramsen & Brunholt. New artists such as Lars Nørgård, Anette Harboe Flensburg, Trine Boesen, Søren Behncke, Peter Martensen, Martin Bigum, Ken Denning, Ole Ahlberg, Mie Mørkeberg and others. now works in the workshop in Paris.

In 2021, a gallery and lithographic workshop will open in Svendborg, Denmark. It is beautifully located on Frederiksø by the harbor in Svendborg. The premises have previously housed Svendborg Shipyard and therefore exude history and the maritime environment that is characteristic of Svendborg.

The workshop in Paris today has the following crew and equipment:
Christian Bramsen – Master Printer and Owner
Thomas Marin – Lithographic Printer
Priscille Arai – Lithographic Assistant
Ariel Termine – Graphic design
Victor Bramsen – sales and marketing

Workshop of 300m2 and a basement of 80 m2. 3 Hand presses. 1 copper printing press. 1 lithographic Voirin press. 1 paper cutter. 250 lithographic stones (about 15 tons). 3 Inkjet printers 44″, and 1 inkjet printer 60″. Since the 1960s, over 500 artists have printed more than 6,000 lithographs in the workshop.

Workshop and gallery in Svendborg has a 100 m2 gallery and 75 m2 workshop, with 2 French hand presses, 1 copper printing press, tools for framing.

General managers in Svendborg are:
Morten Brunholt – owner – sale
Charlotte Brunholt – sales and marketing


Opinions of selected artists

Dinner is approaching. A nice scent hangs in the air and displaces the fumes of oil and gasoline. The machine is stationary. A little chimera. A key quickly tightens a nut: the printer’s handover wraps a stone in the press for the upcoming work with a mechanic’s automatic movements. It’s Jean Gabin and his locomotive in The Man Animal. As I smear a series of marginal blobs on my stone to decipher what they’re dictating to me (in terms of Rorchach tests: then you make the best yourself) I can hear beer bottles opening up and pulling up wine. The table is covered – this afternoon we will sit and sign works by it – and there comes what I probably knew : the pot! Peter hosts us princely. The tablecloth is taken from a roll of brown paper: the publisher’s wrapping paper. After the coffee, he will make the “tablecloth” into a large bag that accommodates the relief of the meal.
On the empty table, I’m looking for a “graffiti” left by Jorn. It’s become a habit of me. Cut made by our friend with pocket knife. An image in raw mode, in the same spirit as the wall inscriptions in Belleville, as Brassaï held by photographed in the backlight. In the absence of a photograph, Peter has done something even better: an image à la chinoise (after the coffee is drunk and the “tablecloth” is in the dustbin) printed in 13 copies.
I wonder if it should not be at this table – it must have been june 1972, a little before he returned home, Copenhagen, Silkeborg, Aarhus, where he died during the following spring – that I, for the last time, saw Asger Jorn draw on the stone , take a snap, hum between the teeth, turn on his pipe, talk about “the shortcomings of the scientific concept: dissymetri”, and then, with its imaginative, fast and elegant writing, number the newly printed lithographs one by one, give them titles, sign them and so suddenly erupt into garbage laughter.
Pierre Alechinsky

“To Peter Bramsen”, Antonia Saura In the gate the great hand press like a horned animal patiently waiting to be sent to Central America.Behind the glass door the large hall with the black machines, aquarium, lighthouse, factory that always stands with gray tones in the memory.
To the left of the entrance the large table for brother’s meals, generous handouts, and for signing the finished prints, reminiscent of swarms of butterflies. On the wall behind the table are postcards and clippings, random swaps taken from distant ports on long journeys. On the right, a galley, where the captain, like the lonely navigator he continues to be, prepares the dish of the day. It’s not just pork and cabbage that’s on offer to the crew. The ship – full of flying dreams, hymns and hard winds, in the imagination engulfed in the duvasive and seemingly fragile hall of crystal, where the presses crank reminiscent of the ship’s rudder- propelled by the vulnerable butterflies of paper of many colors, produced beneath the bearded giant’s watchful gaze. There are closes where the sailors work and in the cargo there are hidden compartments and strange hooks with flowing water. To the left of the great hall of the machines- it is a sailing ship whose strange apparatus only provides scattered and random energy that drives stiffened instincts, desires and surprises – you see Captain Nemo’s locked cabin with drawers full of treasures from the sea , conquests, triumphs and disappointments, colors and tattoos mastered by the now-lost great troll’s disturbing, corrosive, warming closeness.
“Le Calmar géant”, “le mystérieux Orient-Express”, “le Grand d’outremer”, “le Hollandais errant”, “l’Ange”, “le Ramolliseur”, “la Taupementale”, “le Serpent infaillible”, “leCorsaire noir”, “le Saurien à la jambe de bois” et “le Gitano Señorito” is some of sailors recalled from long different voyages for full sails. For more than a few years on the great crystal ship, I have had the honour of working under the supervision of the great and generous captain, to attend the mornings thereand brilliant dusk. During the difficult work of the many months, we have seen the four seasons come to light, the gardens of nations, storms of acid and ink, deformed monsters, bottomless depths, images without centre and midpoints hidden in mists. We have been involved in landings and rescue operations, we have raised the flag and we have been deaviating pirates. We have thrown half-made cadastral cadalates overboard, sent letters to Mexico to the cheers of philatelists, and we have thrown bottle mail into the Sargasso sea addressed to several dear ancestors at other latitudes. In the compass rose we have seen the clarified teachings of the future. In the logbook of the long crossings, we have forever corrected the compass precisely north-south, two fixed points of reference in a constant friendship, the warm shelter of the sailing people of the earth.
Antonio Saura

“A stone” Bjorn Nørgaard Handshake, backprint, imprint, impression, expression, depression … Imprint in clay, wedge print in wet clay boards, medieval woodcuts, 19th century littographic posters, 60s political offset prints … To announce yourself, to express something, to tell a story, to give a message…
Today it is the mass-produced print case, the advertisement, the print, the printed image, the printed image through history, been the most widely-popular-medium, to tell a story with – first with the global electronic images over satellites, is a serious competitor emerged – however, the image is in principle built up in the same way, the point, but the screen has superseded the paper. The image as object, the calm meditative recital, has turned into the screen’s choppy flicker, the afterthought has become visual noise.
Pencil and paper, marker and stone, single, direct, economical, gentle environmental, the stone is used again and again, limited circulation, small resource consumption, a communication from one human being to another, simple, respectful, the artist with his reflections, the spectator with his thoughts.
The workshop, its technique and expression, in that sense belongs to the lithograph, printed with stone, 19th century, it was the technologically superior image production of the time, but at the same time the technique contains some qualities of intangible nature that I have tried to approach me in the previous one; until it comes time.
The modern digital techniques steal time, we thought that automation and digital processes could save time and work and thus give people more time for themselves (?), whatever it should be. The opposite turns out to be the case.
When an artist draws on stones, he gives time to the stone, time for the image, when the lithograph prints the image he gives time, each piece of paper is touched by many human hands, they give time to the image, when we consider a lithograph done by many hands we receive time, calm and thought, whereas the digital image steals our time and our dreams.
Therefore, Peter’s workshop is an important “stone” in the building called a human being, a stone.
Bjørn Nørgaard