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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)

vrijdag 17 september 2010

BETWEEN THE EYES OF STRANGE ROCK FORMATIONS



Intervention on a mai art envelope, mailed to Miranda Vissers in the Netherlands, accompanied by new poem in Dutch:

Between the eyes of strange rock formations

Tussen de ogen van rotsen
zie ik verstilde pijn

Door de ogen van rotsen
zie ik mijn eigen vergaande blindheid

Met de ogen van rotsen
zie ik de erosie van het landschap
als echo van het eigen bestaan

Met de mond van rotsen
eet ik genoegzaam het voedsel van adelaars

Door de mond van rotsen
spoelt het water van verlossing

Tussen de monden van rotsen
bouwen vogels hun luchtige bruidsnesten
als offerande naar de vlucht van wolken

Licht slaapt dag en nacht
binnen het vreemde van rotsen
Buiten klop ik tevergeefs op hun huid


Guido Vermeulen
17 september 2010
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