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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.

(STEPHEN WALKER, USA)


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!
(Lisa PEREZ, USA, on IUOMA)

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)

dinsdag 27 juli 2010

SEA SONG FOR ELIZABETH O' DONNELL



Intervention on a mail art envelope for Elizabeth O' Donnell who has a project on the sea and lives on an isle part of Alaska. Work accompanied by this text:

There is the sea claiming more of me than the sea
There is the stone demanding more of me than touching its surface.
There is the tree expelling me as a possible protector, narrowing me down to the navel of Delphi through the warning croak of crow:
"you guys have definitively disturbed the balance and now it's time
-yours and not mine- to pay the price of global pain."

There is that pain.
Pain caused by?
Departure, knowledge, the circle, the return, the stronghold of the rainbow, the bow of my heart, the hit, the miss, the dying horse at full gallop, the blood dripping from the moon, that unborn child I'll never meet!
Who's that child?
Born from the sun or born from a sea horse?
Written in sand or written in foam?
That child could have been mine or could have been me!
I was so fresh and innocent before they mutilated my shadow in the trick box
of desperate darkness. You still can see the waves of angry thunderclouds; fog granules
traveling from the mountain to the bay, rain drops shouting for deliverance.
That child became a night raven, a small blackbird, an alienated fish with winter wings
waiting on the whaling salvation through the 4th dimension of an isle near Alaska.

Flashback to the sea!
The ocean at the dawn of my existence, my window on eternity, so it seems to be…
Memory eruption!
Waves have never learned how to avoid any beach?
The lemmings push their motive of diligence to the last extremities.
Small change
Water rises
Earthquake of pain
Sung by blackbirds
Recorded happening
Photography of nothingness
Washed away by?
Washed away
Washed

How to solve the tragedy of the human race?
Stop thinking in seconds like you always do
Adopt the length of geological breath
Revolve your body orbiting around the sun
Be the dew on the leaves of lover's lips
Shift to the shape of dancing feathers
Hear the whispering wet sand of the beach:

"there is the sea claiming more of me than the sea
the sea desiring more than sea
so she, who is my sea, will know my truth by telling me
or will tell my truth by knowing me!"

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