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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)

dinsdag 11 maart 2014

To P K Dick

Because the animal state seldom happens
except in a spinning wheel

a tribute to Philip K Dick


Winter had come
in the old appartment,
testing all legal basis
of abandoned electronic
hardware supplies.

The decoy hand shot me wild and free
in the sleeping stomach at the front door.

The house closed itself
concealing the crime
of leaving this building
without any previous warning at all.

On the golden rooftop rain
increased the average stupidity
of erosion ans proclaimed plagues.

Vacancy walls was what was left,
echoes of the curses struck on Egypt
by blind gods and goddesses driven by revenge,
supported by an artificiel painted background.

What was real or true I already had forgotten
when I kissed her artificial lips.
It was like tasting the death of a star or an entire planet
in the sudden wake of my own imagination.



GV
March 2014
Pub New Benfica


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