Jas Z's Faves

8x12 acrylic and ink on wood.

Quick marker sketch of a pangolin, because they are fun little fellows!

Fisher Friends, an oil painting of a Kingfisher, is inspired by cherished childhood memories spent by the River Tyne. This piece pays homage to the joy of growing up close to nature—the serene beauty of the river, the excitement of spotting wildlife, and the rare delight of seeing a Kingfisher.

Back on my travelbook, made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here the portrait of an octopus swimming peacefully on the greek coast

Made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. Here is crowded Istanbul city

Pencil

Acrylic on 16 x 20 canvas

Some sketches from my sketchbook #8

Colorful illustration of Cochem Castle located in Germany

Pen and ink on mixed media paper

Ink and colored pencil on ecru paper

I am a cat on the internet. Now you humans can adore me. ♠️

Watercolor commissions I did for a wedding theme around Mediterrano and Provence, here are some crabs, shells and a decorative pattern

The other day I saw a photograph of a man in a handmade costume of a frog with a huge pack of cigarettes on his back and holding a cigarette. Then I tried to find it again and I am coming up blank. So blank as a a matter of fact, that now I am not even sure if I didn't see it in a dream. If you have seen this photo, let me know!

Ibexes mama and babies.

Smell my sandwich! Adore "this song "My bear to cross" by Marvin Pontiac. It always lifts my spirits.

BEING GREEDY CHOKES ANANSI From Favorite Folktales around the world by Jane Yolen. One time, Anansi lived in a country that had a queen who was also a witch. And she decreed that whoever used the word five would fall down dead, because that was her secret name, and she didn’t want anyone using it. Now, Buh Anansi was a clever fellow, and a hungry one too. Things were especially bad because there was a famine, so Anansi made a little house for himself by the side of the river near where everyone came to get water. And when anybody came to get water, he would call out to them, “I beg you to tell me how many yam hills I have here. I can’t count very well.” So, one by one he thought they would come up and say, “One, two, three, four, five,” and they would fall down dead. Then Anansi would take them and corn them in his barrel and eat them, and that way he would have lots of food in hungry times and in times of plenty.