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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)

vrijdag 13 augustus 2010


Intervention on a mail art envelope, mailed to Jarmo Sermilä in Finland, accompanied by this new poem, written under influence of listening to his CD "City Music"


Dedicated to Jarmo Sermilä
While listening to City Music

Why do you think Dali
was melting watches
in the dark canvas of his mind?

He was melting time
tried to reduce it
to a random tone
to the tune of a single snow flake
embracing the placid fate of fluidity

Why do you think Lady Sun
is melting a snow man?
Fed up with white arrogance
opening the gate of continuity
blocking the nostrils of the ear

Why do you think we hear
the scream of water
on the skin of time?

Why do you think Alzheimer
melts the mind?
Why do you think I

Why do you think a railway
always smiles back in the dark?

Why do you think questions
alter as passing clouds?

Why do you think cities
are most of the time invisible
in cities?

As Love is
As Love
according to my watch.

Guido Vermeulen
19 August 2010

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