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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)

maandag 27 januari 2014



Ik heb de dood overwonnen in januari.
Pleegde zelfmoord maar

Wat nu?
Bestaat god?
Neen toch, ik ben ik,
ik ben god, want ik besta echt,
ik ben de dood,
& de wederopstanding van het hulpeloze leven.

Ik besta niet
dus ik besta
aldus besta ik niet,
pfff ….

Ik heb het woord dood
overwonnen door de wonde
van ontkalkte taal
op de wanden van een meer dan willekeurig leven
dat ik droomde

Ik ben een randgeval, een sterfgeval, een zandloper,
een priemgetal ondeelbaar in het prieel
tenzij door de parel van een woedende oester
die je openbreekt met misselijkmakende moeite.


Januari 2014, New Benfica pub

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