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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 8 juli 2014

Eenvoudig, zoals Zwitserland en Costa Rica

Haikus van de hertekende eenvoud
een beetje zoals Zwitserland en Costa Rica

Honger verbieden
doe je door te verdelen
zomer met winter.

Inkrimping is steeds
een moordaanslag op wat rest:
de zwakste schakels!

Oorlog uitbannen;
de vrede van de eenvoud:
schaf de legers af!

Tinnen soldaten
in de hoogoven van taal
smeltend op mijn tong.

De liefde aarzelt,
het onuitgesproken woord
houdt haat in bedwang.

De verbannen slang
weet wat het paradijs is:
spiegelbeeld van hel.

Bootje schommelen
omgekeerde verlangens:
naaktslak zonder zout.


New Benfica, Juli 2014

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