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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)

dinsdag 13 augustus 2013



Beschermend zwart

werd vermoord

door insluipend


De witte moordenaar

hult zich zeer


in de weelde van paarse gewaden,

slaapt ongerust tussen karmijnrode

dekdekens in ovalen kamers

met dode spiegels aan de met lood bekleden wanden.

In het woord vergiffenis

schuilt het woord vergif.

Dat zegt alles over die zogenaamde

religie van het licht.

Terwijl ik Lenin lees en herlees

beeft de aarde om haar as.

Vulkanen schudden hun teveel aan asse

uit hun stenen mantelkleren

zoekend naar mijn lage landen bij de zee.

Terwijl ik stenen lees en herlees

hult het aardse water zich

met veel wijsheid

in stilzwijgen en samenzwerend

opstandig duister,

haasje over spelend met de weke tijd.

De uil roept als het donker is

HOE HOE, DOE DOE en vraag nu niet WAT TE DOEN ?!

Guido Vermeulen, Augustus 2013


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