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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)

donderdag 12 augustus 2010

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE



Mailed to Patrizia Tictac in Germany for her project "Message in a bottle", accompanied by this text:

Amelia was so in love
with the sea she became
a boat in a bottle
singing fados
for the braking waves.

Throw me overboard
before I suffocate
the seagulls heard her plea

Throw me near the cliffs
so I can get stranded
to grow my roots to reach
the sky & clouds will catch
my longings & rain me back
to the memories of whom I was.

What's after all a message in a bottle?
Nothing but the stowaway of our emotions,
time capsules of our mood swings,
could be the compression of a depression
or a long lecture tape looking for identical heartbeats,
like prehistoric chips dialing to the sun,
rhythmic sounds spelling S E H N S U C H T blues
for the melting of Iceberg legs
& the clipping of our wings.

Guido Vermeulen
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