A night where vampires lurks had flayed him
On garden spiders cobwebs he has his nighmares painted
He tucks fiends up in an angels white bed
To have a new breed sprung up with gold and mire
A dandy alchemist
Haunted by his own ghosts
In paradise he's seeking
Any poisons for the apple
A tightrope walker and a rebel
He stays and sways on the fringe of fashions
He delves after raving dreams into trashcans
To conceal his vision from the hidden mirror
Where his double a double barrelled atypical self
Is enticing Ophelias on the verge of being Marylyn
To feed his brushes from goldfishy springs.
lydie lenhard, le 11 novembre 2007 :
je découvre avec beaucoup de bonheur tes travaux une mention toute particuliére pour les portraits d'artistes vraiment ton site est un univers chouette moment d'évasion a travers ton univers et celui de ta muse vampirisant!!!!
Pierre et Chantal Bossy, le 04 décembre 2007 :
Il, c'est lui;;;Ihle;Nous decouvrons son nom aujourd'hui aprés l'avoir decouvert lui. Homme de talent, de charme, de poésie ,de cuisine, nous pourrions lui dire tu, vous, Ilhe..Nous garderons cet Ihle de lumiére!