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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 december 2013

Fish questioning sailor with wooden heart

pastels and ink, inspired by a text from Aleksandra M, Poland
for the project details, visit

Text contribution:

Let us explore the possibilities or reasons why you have a wooden heart, said the fish to the lost sailor.
It is the result of an experiment

by the military industry : you are now an immortal soldier, you cannot be killed when they shoot you in the heart

by the social security administration of the government : no more heart diseases means  an important cost reduction for their budget

by the carpenter Geppetto who made Pinocchio, because of nostalgia of past times, when the puppet became a real boy he became also an obnoxious teenager to the despair of his father and creator

by a writer who followed one of these stupid courses in creative writing, they invent crazy stuff all the time because they want to be sooo original

by a Buddhist cult because they oppose all kind of emotions and think that loosing them is a way to salvation and the nirvana, the non existing state of life, so the wooden heart is a key to stop the eternal return of life equals pain and sorrow, a way to end the hell of samsara

by the fish industry, the lack of emotions means no possible empathy, so you have no trouble killing and fishing the ocean dry, maybe your heart is made in Japan or by one of these other countries who kill wales and tuna and don’t give a damnn about quota or regulations

by …

Okay, okay, but what about wood rot, I am not immune to that disease and it would kill me for sure.

Maybe, but that is not sure. First you need to learn how to live with a wooden heart and then the next step is to live without any heart at all. Come to think of that : lots of people live already without a heart. How else can you explain wars and genocides or torture?

Guido Vermeulen

December 2013

donderdag 5 december 2013

10 stories

A tale about a winter that never ended as far as I know

Cat people are my tribe

Conversations under Alice’s moonlight

                                                   Je me souviens du temps que j’étais encore un cadavre exquis

Once upon a time in Serbia, a censored movie

Without the perspective of alterations LIFE has not meaning at all

Mountain Poem 

                                                                                                 Mountain Poem 
                                                                  LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF 2 EYES MOUNTAIN

Mountain Poem 

Mountain Poem 

zondag 1 december 2013

Mountain Poem

MOUNTAIN POEM                    
 pour Gabri Elle

Een berg in al de veelvoud van zijn eenvoud
van een gestold geologisch ogenblik
is een brandkoffer vol langdurige geheimen.

Maar hoe open je die tijdreizende berg
als je zelfs niet weet
hoe de moeheid van regen neer kan vallen
op de nieren en de flanken van zijn taal?

Je mist één of meerdere sleutels, niet waar?

Een kraker ben ik niet of misschien ooit geweest.

De onverstoorbare zeebreker slaapt in een vallei
onzichtbaar zonder herinneringen aan golven,
trouw aan de rouw in de standvastige dromen
van rotsen & stenen & keien & keutels.

Hun wenen hoor ik op een draagberrie
als ik mijn oor te slapen leg
tegen de huid van ontvelde tijd
in nog te ontdekken grotten
waar ooit dier en mens
als een soort van verwante atomen
& nog meer
        & nog meer
                & nog meer …

En op het kruispunt van hun samenzijn
hoor je dit in re mineur:
het gezamenlijke geluid van taal

& helaas de splitsing die daarna volgde.

Guido Vermeulen
November 2013

un échantillon d'art sans valeur

Page in an add and pass and return artist book for Helder Coelho Dias in Portugal