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Guido Vermeulen's mail art envelopes are like worlds into themselves and at the same time they are part of the much larger whole.

(a comment by NANCY BELL SCOTT, USA, on the IUOMA network)

Guido's paintings are like finding images in the clouds
(a comment by Kathleen D. Johnson, USA, on IUOMA)

Guido does not paint monsters but spirits and ghosts, full of love, tenderness and compassion
(LIZA LEYLA during a conversation, Belgium)

His ability to express emotions through painting is a beautiful gift. Allowing oneself to feel sadness is the most direct route through grief. His paintings feel peaceful and kind.


My life is shifting... Your work is intangible, ethereal, cosmically rewarding. i eat it up & savor it like a great sandwich! It made my day!

Thank you for the TALISMAN painting on the envelope. It is real cool and creepy at the same time. I haven’t seen a piece of abstract capture such as pain and emotion so well since I visited the museum of art in Toledo. Bravo!
(Sarah Jo Pender, USA, from the Indiana Women’s Prison)

I suppose you could characterize Guido's painting style as expressionist. I know he is very interested in dreams as a source for art and poetry, and these particular chapter pages seem like shadowy dream corridors filled with shifting images and scenes. The Michaux quotes work as a counterpoint, Guido's art is taking over when the limits of language have been reached.
(De Villo Sloan, USA, on my tribute pages to Henri Michaux, see LAMUSAR blog)

Guido’s art expressions are always poems and they show us the reality of our real faces and souls (Mariana Serban, Romania)

His titles have both inspired and educated me (Alicia Starr, USA)

maandag 19 juli 2010


Intervention on a mail art envelope. For the blackbird project of David Stone. A week later I wrote this text around the image:

To all victims of christianity, including myself.

I’m wearing a blackbird mask inside my head
for all the sins I’ve not committed
Fear was part of a self thought education
Came to me as natural as Tchernobyl’s radiation.

Shining through my eyes were those mutated plants
growing in mutilated bodies on the borderline
of wrong and purple midsummer migrations.
Why don’t you do right like some other men do?
shouted a milkshake in a mind-blowing desert.

Christ on the cross in your name
Jews were slaughtered as cattle already in the 4th century
Books were burned, women were stoned to death
Bishops raped little pagan boys & girls
Priests told me to believe in hell and damnation
to suffocate red resistance, to embrace suit surrender.

I’m wearing their masks inside my skin
They cauterized my soul with many irons
Yes, my whole life has been an estimation
of the damage cause by holy fires and learning
how to heal the third-degree burns in my brain.

Spontaneous combustion of the heart
makes me a bewildered displaced person.
It took me 56 years to renounce my catholic birth.
Free at last, free at last, I want to be buried
in untamed unhallowed earth. I want to be
married to any sulphur witch.

Guido Vermeulen
27 July 2010

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