dinsdag 31 december 2013
zaterdag 28 december 2013
Cheetah was a member of the futurist art movement
small painted envelope, postcard size
for the mail art project Cheetah proposed by Chris Vanderheyden, Belgium
Details: see http://mailartinternationale.blogspot.com
vrijdag 13 december 2013
Fish questioning sailor with wooden heart
pastels and ink, inspired by a text from Aleksandra M, Poland
for the project details, visit
http://mailartinternationale.blogspot.be/2013/12/continue-story-of-sailor-with-wooden.html
Text contribution:
Let us
explore the possibilities or reasons why you have a wooden heart, said the fish
to the lost sailor.
It is the
result of an experiment
by the military industry :
you are now an immortal soldier, you cannot be killed when they shoot you in
the heart
by the social security administration
of the government : no more heart diseases means an important cost reduction for their budget
by the carpenter Geppetto who
made Pinocchio, because of nostalgia of past times, when the puppet became a real
boy he became also an obnoxious teenager to the despair of his father and
creator
by a writer who followed
one of these stupid courses in creative writing, they invent crazy stuff all
the time because they want to be sooo original
by a Buddhist cult because
they oppose all kind of emotions and think that loosing them is a way to
salvation and the nirvana, the non existing state of life, so the wooden heart
is a key to stop the eternal return of life equals pain and sorrow, a way to
end the hell of samsara
by the fish industry, the
lack of emotions means no possible empathy, so you have no trouble killing and
fishing the ocean dry, maybe your heart is made in Japan or by one of these other
countries who kill wales and tuna and don’t give a damnn about quota or
regulations
by …
Okay, okay,
but what about wood rot, I am not immune to that disease and it would kill me
for sure.
Maybe, but
that is not sure. First you need to learn how to live with a wooden heart and
then the next step is to live without any heart at all. Come to think of that :
lots of people live already without a heart. How else can you explain wars and
genocides or torture?
Guido
Vermeulen
December
2013
dinsdag 10 december 2013
Transformation = Jubilation, part 4
Pastels and ink, part 1-2-3 are collages, see blog
http://networkcollages.blogspot.com
donderdag 5 december 2013
10 stories
A tale about a winter that never ended as far as I know
Cat people are my tribe
Conversations under Alice’s moonlight
Je me souviens du temps que j’étais encore un cadavre exquis
Once upon a time in Serbia, a censored movie
Without the perspective of alterations LIFE has not meaning at all
Mountain Poem
LE DESTIN QU’ON NE M’A JAMAIS APPRIS DANS N’IMPORTE QUELLE ECOLE
Mountain Poem
LET ME TELL YOU THE STORY OF 2 EYES MOUNTAIN
Mountain Poem
QUAND UNE CERTAINE VERDURE ME MONTE AU NEZ
Mountain Poem
THE GHOST ABOVE THE HIDDEN CAVES
zondag 1 december 2013
Mountain Poem
MOUNTAIN
POEM
pour Gabri Elle
pour Gabri Elle
Een berg in al de
veelvoud van zijn eenvoud
van een gestold
geologisch ogenblik
is een brandkoffer
vol langdurige geheimen.
Maar hoe open je
die tijdreizende berg
als je zelfs niet
weet
hoe de moeheid van
regen neer kan vallen
op de nieren en de
flanken van zijn taal?
Je mist één of
meerdere sleutels, niet waar?
Een kraker ben ik
niet of misschien ooit geweest.
De onverstoorbare
zeebreker slaapt in een vallei
onzichtbaar zonder
herinneringen aan golven,
trouw aan de rouw
in de standvastige dromen
van rotsen &
stenen & keien & keutels.
Hun wenen hoor ik
op een draagberrie
als ik mijn oor te
slapen leg
tegen de huid van
ontvelde tijd
in nog te
ontdekken grotten
waar ooit dier en
mens
SAMEN hun lot
DEELDEN
als een soort van
verwante atomen
& nog meer
& nog meer
& nog meer …
En op het
kruispunt van hun samenzijn
hoor je dit in re
mineur:
het gezamenlijke
geluid van taal
& helaas de
splitsing die daarna volgde.
Guido Vermeulen
November 2013
un échantillon d'art sans valeur
Page in an add and pass and return artist book for Helder Coelho Dias in Portugal