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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)

woensdag 29 januari 2014

Blackbird nr 12

Blackbird 12 for David Stone


Vogeltje, vogeltje aan de wand
Waar zijn de schouwen van weleer?

& de granieten asse, de kiezelsteentjes
die de verloren barakken tekenden;
de open deur van een kamer zonder gas
bestond niet in het zoute woud van verdampte zielen.

De bomen zijn geen stille getuigen,
zij hijgen, dus zwijgen niet.
Maar je moet wel hun taalgejammer verstaan,
zoals je wenende stenen moet begrijpen,
of de afdrukken van zwarte veders op de stomheid
van mijn gebroken taal.

Mijn verborgen kwaal: ik ben een jood in alle ernst en gedachte,
maar ik geloof in NIETS
behalve het vierkant zwart in het zwarte vierkant.



GV
Januari 2014
Pub New Benfica


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