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Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 7, 2012 at 5:06pm

Nancy,

try to use thicker layers of acryl and see what happens.

The varnish I use is ODIF ultra resistant

G

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on April 6, 2012 at 1:48pm

Yes, Guido, crackle is exactly the word in English. Occasionally I will brush a thin varnish on acrylic, but no crackling has occurred. Maybe there is something in the spray to help make that happen. Sounds fun to experiment with, and your colors must *really* sing if you make them shiny.

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 6, 2012 at 5:13am

Thanks Nancy,

Sprayed layers of varnish on top of the envelopes, makes them sticky and shiny, they are drying now because not ready to be mailed, fun experience!

Found out also that if you spray varnish on top of layers of acryl paint it makes the paint crackle (is this English?), like you see on old oil paintings. Varnish protects and destroys at the same time, interesting!

Guido

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on April 6, 2012 at 12:23am

Excellent, Guido--I think you capture gulls and what makes them tick in these works.

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 5, 2012 at 11:04pm

GULLS, Basso’s poem provoked me into 3 A SERIAL of 3 painted envelopes:

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 4, 2012 at 10:39pm

Yes and no, of course I mailed him a list of people that became «important» (to be read as close to my heart) in the past year, but also he is using  more and more the mailing list of Superhero, aka Moan Lisa, aka The book of Anonymous, so there is a common effort from many sides!

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on April 4, 2012 at 3:40am

I hope so too; this poem should have a large audience. Guido, is it you we can thank for David Stone sending his poems to a bunch of us?

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 4, 2012 at 2:26am

Hi Nancy,

I could not agree more!

This is so BLACKBIRD I hope David Stone will include this in his new anthology in preparation!

G

Comment by Nancy Bell Scott on April 4, 2012 at 2:17am

That is a wonderful poem.

Comment by Guido Vermeulen on April 3, 2012 at 6:50pm

New BASSO poem received today:

GULLS


where do the gulls go at night
I stop people in the street to
ask if they've ever considered
the implications of the question
but no one has given anything
close to a satisfactory answer

they say why bother about birds
shrill birds who dine on garbage

those shrieks keep me awake
through hours of leaden silence
the sound soundlessly echoes
off flaps of phantom wings

I want to turn black to blend
with darkness as the gulls do

to dive to my death in the sea
to share the common dream
of the gulls who must wonder
where we humans go at night
before dawn resurrects us

ERIC BASSO
March 31, 2012

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